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 Afghanistan and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dark Day to the grunge 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aural Exciters,
ABBA,
Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Graham Central Station,
Ohio Players,
Hasil Adkins,
D'Angelo,
Erykah Badu,
Pagans,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerri Chandler,
Archie Shepp,
Iggy Pop,
Black Flag,
the Germs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Warren Ellis,
Wire,
Desert Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Absolute Body Control,
Essential Logic,
Eden Ahbez,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Sheep,
Sugar Minott,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronnie Foster,
Khruangbin,
Fatback Band,
Quadrant,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers,
Kurtis Blow,
Pole,
Y Pants,
Scion,
Gabor Szabo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James White and The Blacks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Toasters,
Ponytail,
AZ,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Fraelich,
Section 25,
Duran Duran,
Ossler,
Yellowson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Machine,
The Fall,
Chris & Cosey,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.