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 Gabon and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Martian,
Brothers Johnson,
Carl Craig,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hashim,
Iggy Pop,
Scan 7,
Zapp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lindisfarne,
The Red Krayola,
Schoolly D,
The Techniques,
Depeche Mode,
Little Man,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nirvana,
Accadde A,
Quadrant,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sparks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young,
Matthew Bourne,
L. Decosne,
Sarah Menescal,
Y Pants,
Warren Ellis,
Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Bananas,
cv313,
Fela Kuti,
FM Einheit,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
Organ,
Franke,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Durutti Column,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eden Ahbez,
Urselle,
Nik Kershaw,
Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dirtbombs,
Rufus Thomas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tears for Fears,
Davy DMX,
Dark Day,
Television Personalities,
Alton Ellis,
Q and Not U,
Suicide,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.