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 Kiribati and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Lou Reed 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 Khruangbin to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Technova,
The Pretty Things,
Josef K,
Traffic Nightmare,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
The Raincoats,
Donald Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
Maurizio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Au Pairs,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sonics,
The Mummies,
Donny Hathaway,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June Days,
The Litter,
Gichy Dan,
Archie Shepp,
Suicide,
Eve St. Jones,
Basic Channel,
Pagans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blossom Toes,
Circle Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Soul Sonic Force,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pole,
Judy Mowatt,
The Standells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suburban Knight,
The Real Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Trumans Water,
Pylon,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.