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 Argentina and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
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 1973 at the first Television 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 The Angels of Light to the dance 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Ohio Players,
MC5,
Tubeway Army,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun City Girls,
The Count Five,
The Names,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Motorama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Banda Bassotti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crooked Eye,
Zapp,
Prince Buster,
Fear,
Shoche,
Quadrant,
New Order,
Visage,
The Dead C,
The Five Americans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arcadia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Interpol,
Junior Murvin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Theoretical Girls,
Nico,
X-102,
John Lydon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
DNA,
Ludus,
Desert Stars,
the Swans,
New York Dolls,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül II,
Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Happenings,
the Germs,
Fat Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lightning Bolt,
Brand Nubian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gladiators,
Chrome,
The Raincoats,
48th St. Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vladislav Delay,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.