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 South Africa and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Audionom to the crunk 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monochrome Set,
Soulsonic Force,
Infiniti,
Bauhaus,
The Victims,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Trojans,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Clarke,
Model 500,
Excepter,
Black Sheep,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Das Ding,
Kayak,
The Mummies,
Moby Grape,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Invisible,
ABC,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Agent Orange,
Aaron Thompson,
Babytalk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dead Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
FM Einheit,
Fela Kuti,
The Move,
Sun City Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Tom Boy,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pop Group,
Boredoms,
The Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Lower 48,
cv313,
World's Most,
The Misunderstood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eve St. Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Masters at Work,
Don Cherry,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.