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 Mozambique and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Index to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Litter,
Peter and Kerry,
Yaz,
The United States of America,
Country Teasers,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Motions,
The Gladiators,
DJ Style,
Dennis Brown,
Alton Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Bush Tetras,
Minutemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Eurythmics,
The Mummies,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Absolute Body Control,
The Trojans,
Skriet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
Can,
Index,
Shoche,
The Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
The Gap Band,
MC5,
Desert Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Theoretical Girls,
R.M.O.,
Lindisfarne,
Rotary Connection,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Finger,
Steve Hackett,
T.S.O.L.,
Buzzcocks,
the Germs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
OOIOO,
Camouflage,
Scion,
The Smiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Model 500,
Crispy Ambulance,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.