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 Iraq and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Sex Pistols to the techno 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
New York Dolls,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The United States of America,
Joensuu 1685,
The Grass Roots,
Intrusion,
The Misunderstood,
Inner City,
Cameo,
Second Layer,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Leaves,
Albert Ayler,
The Angels of Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Babytalk,
Faust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cowsills,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brand Nubian,
Traffic Nightmare,
K-Klass,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rufus Thomas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
JFA,
The Cure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Piero Umiliani,
Delta 5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Slits,
John Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Cell,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Malaria!,
Loose Ends,
D'Angelo,
Bush Tetras,
Pagans,
MC5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Last Poets,
Boogie Down Productions,
Duran Duran,
The Dead C,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.