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 Mozambique and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dead Boys to the jazz 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Saccharine Trust,
Guru Guru,
Fat Boys,
X-101,
Black Bananas,
The Moody Blues,
Massinfluence,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Lynne,
Patti Smith,
Unwound,
Unrelated Segments,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jawbox,
Kas Product,
Sonny Sharrock,
Infiniti,
Juan Atkins,
The Gap Band,
Underground Resistance,
Mantronix,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Skatalites,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalann,
John Holt,
The Victims,
Soft Machine,
The Martian,
Blake Baxter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nik Kershaw,
The Toasters,
The Birthday Party,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Outsiders,
Nick Fraelich,
Monolake,
The Standells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fatback Band,
MC5,
The Trojans,
Gang Green,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skaos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Silicon Teens,
The Last Poets,
Livin' Joy,
The Selecter,
Brick,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.