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 Brazil and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Archie Shepp to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ohio Players,
Pussy Galore,
Black Pus,
Quantec,
Skriet,
Thompson Twins,
the Sonics,
Inner City,
Fear,
Niagra,
Glenn Branca,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Beau Brummels,
The Human League,
The Victims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sixth Finger,
Albert Ayler,
Camouflage,
The Fuzztones,
the Human League,
Deepchord,
The Slackers,
The Trojans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Loose Ends,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rites of Spring,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scrapy,
Glambeats Corp.,
In Retrospect,
kango's stein massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bauhaus,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Golliwogs,
The Wake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Khruangbin,
Eden Ahbez,
Half Japanese,
The Fall,
KRS-One,
CMW,
DNA,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Searchers,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.