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 Norway and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eric Dolphy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Sarah Menescal,
ABBA,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sex Pistols,
Clear Light,
the Normal,
Maleditus Sound,
Scion,
Boredoms,
Brass Construction,
Joensuu 1685,
Harpers Bizarre,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Howard Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bluetip,
Jacques Brel,
Khruangbin,
Al Stewart,
Wally Richardson,
Absolute Body Control,
Prince Buster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
OOIOO,
Bad Manners,
Youth Brigade,
Duran Duran,
Desert Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers,
Althea and Donna,
The Evens,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suicide,
Black Flag,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rekid,
Lower 48,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sparks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Simply Red,
Stiv Bators,
Deadbeat,
Barrington Levy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Smog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The American Breed,
Lou Christie,
Lyres,
New Order,
The Trojans,
DJ Sneak,
Circle Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.