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 Costa Rica and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Oblivians to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Junior Murvin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hoover,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moody Blues,
JFA,
Stereo Dub,
Fad Gadget,
The Cramps,
The Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
X-101,
Thompson Twins,
Scratch Acid,
Theoretical Girls,
Motorama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacques Brel,
Swans,
Crooked Eye,
Yaz,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
Siglo XX,
The Slackers,
Sight & Sound,
Zapp,
The Wake,
Khruangbin,
Altered Images,
Liliput,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reagan Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Cabaret Voltaire,
B.T. Express,
Man Eating Sloth,
Whodini,
The Grass Roots,
Grauzone,
Bootsy Collins,
Patti Smith,
The Doors,
This Heat,
Harmonia,
Gang Green,
Mad Mike,
Fear,
Soft Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxy Music,
The Happenings,
Babytalk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalann,
Max Romeo,
Todd Terry,
Black Pus,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.