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 Thailand and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DNA to the disco 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
8 Eyed Spy,
T.S.O.L.,
Erasure,
Faraquet,
Kayak,
Deepchord,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül II,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eurythmics,
D'Angelo,
Zapp,
Joyce Sims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
Groovy Waters,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Move,
Fela Kuti,
Procol Harum,
Grauzone,
Slave,
John Coltrane,
Outsiders,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Simply Red,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Joensuu 1685,
Television,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Boredoms,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Schoolly D,
Pylon,
The United States of America,
Intrusion,
Little Man,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yusef Lateef,
Delon & Dalcan,
Max Romeo,
FM Einheit,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smoke,
Brothers Johnson,
Massinfluence,
Porter Ricks,
The Remains,
The Stooges,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.