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 Lyon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
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 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 Lyres to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
E-Dancer,
Pantytec,
Pole,
The Fall,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kaleidoscope,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stetsasonic,
The Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nirvana,
Tommy Roe,
Ituana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brick,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MC5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Talk Talk,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chrome,
The Selecter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Youth Brigade,
Metal Thangz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Inner City,
Sugar Minott,
David Bowie,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slackers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Copeland,
Ice-T,
Whodini,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Bar-Kays,
Khruangbin,
Icehouse,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
48th St. Collective,
Massinfluence,
Brothers Johnson,
Spoonie Gee,
JFA,
Symarip,
Deadbeat,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantaleimon,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sound,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.