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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 JFA to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed,
Eddi Front,
Joe Finger,
The Fuzztones,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Style,
Little Man,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Unrelated Segments,
Toni Rubio,
Crooked Eye,
The Litter,
Sparks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fela Kuti,
Pussy Galore,
MC5,
Groovy Waters,
Davy DMX,
Negative Approach,
Lungfish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Real Kids,
Siglo XX,
Delta 5,
the Germs,
Carl Craig,
The Monks,
Fear,
Angry Samoans,
H. Thieme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hardrive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Machine,
Skarface,
The Evens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Infiniti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Banda Bassotti,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scrapy,
Howard Jones,
June Days,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Althea and Donna,
Alphaville,
Magma,
Cecil Taylor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David McCallum,
Mad Mike,
The Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Terry Callier,
Echospace,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.