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 Antigua and from London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 The Leaves to the techno 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra,
Ultra Naté,
The Dead C,
Pulsallama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bronski Beat,
48th St. Collective,
Infiniti,
Gang Starr,
Kenny Larkin,
Technova,
The Divine Comedy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Saints,
Das Ding,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Remains,
Rufus Thomas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kurtis Blow,
Tears for Fears,
Vainqueur,
Unwound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers,
Babytalk,
Scion,
Can,
Interpol,
Mandrill,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
OOIOO,
Suburban Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
David McCallum,
The Index,
Depeche Mode,
Gerry Rafferty,
China Crisis,
Johnny Clarke,
Swans,
Black Sheep,
The Names,
The New Christs,
Funkadelic,
Brick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-102,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
La Düsseldorf,
The Stooges,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.