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 Qatar and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
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 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 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 Sexual Harrassment to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Womack,
The Mojo Men,
Black Bananas,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Moon,
Sonic Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Skatalites,
Stetsasonic,
Parry Music,
Intrusion,
Bobby Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Spandau Ballet,
Dawn Penn,
Popol Vuh,
Siglo XX,
Deakin,
Slick Rick,
Mad Mike,
Wire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angry Samoans,
Ultra Naté,
Kaleidoscope,
Maurizio,
Pylon,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Gerry Rafferty,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Sherman,
Smog,
Danielle Patucci,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Albert Ayler,
Funkadelic,
Glenn Branca,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Black Dice,
Metal Thangz,
Radio Birdman,
The Stooges,
The Slits,
B.T. Express,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun City Girls,
Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.