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 Djibouti and from New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 China Crisis to the punk 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Rotary Connection,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Offenders,
Sex Pistols,
Barclay James Harvest,
Excepter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris Corsano,
Letta Mbulu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Smooth,
Lalann,
Talk Talk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gladiators,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sixth Finger,
Swell Maps,
Aloha Tigers,
Technova,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tommy Roe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Michelle Simonal,
Niagra,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magazine,
Bobby Sherman,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick Morgan,
Outsiders,
Drexciya,
Yaz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minnie Riperton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Görl,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nirvana,
John Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
H. Thieme,
June Days,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sound Behaviour,
Shuggie Otis,
EPMD,
the Swans,
Andrew Hill,
Lightning Bolt,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.