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 Mali and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Monochrome Set to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed,
Crime,
The Modern Lovers,
Crooked Eye,
Lyres,
The J.B.'s,
JFA,
Organ,
Symarip,
The Residents,
Todd Rundgren,
Groovy Waters,
The Leaves,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unrelated Segments,
Sister Nancy,
The Fugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Scratch Acid,
Albert Ayler,
Spandau Ballet,
James White and The Blacks,
Funkadelic,
The Invisible,
Dennis Brown,
Television,
Sam Rivers,
Radiohead,
Brothers Johnson,
The Misunderstood,
Jacob Miller,
Los Fastidios,
Rosa Yemen,
The Star Department,
Ohio Players,
Adolescents,
The Toasters,
OOIOO,
Joyce Sims,
The Trojans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quantec,
Icehouse,
F. McDonald,
DJ Style,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agent Orange,
T.S.O.L.,
the Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Dave Gahan,
Althea and Donna,
Maleditus Sound,
Ituana,
Marmalade,
Metal Thangz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rufus Thomas,
Kayak,
David Axelrod,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.