Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from East Timor and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Maurizio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Mo-Dettes,
Al Stewart,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Godley & Creme,
Quantec,
Sam Rivers,
Deakin,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Starr,
Bauhaus,
Cal Tjader,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Saints,
Mandrill,
Nas,
Ken Boothe,
Quando Quango,
Basic Channel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Zeros,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Fraelich,
Prince Buster,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Residents,
The Move,
Archie Shepp,
Organ,
the Normal,
Inner City,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Whodini,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
a-ha,
Idris Muhammad,
Nico,
Deadbeat,
Second Layer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Absolute Body Control,
48th St. Collective,
Glenn Branca,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Foxx,
The Doors,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.