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 Tanzania 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grunge 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Royal Trux,
The Red Krayola,
U.S. Maple,
Aswad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lee Hazlewood,
PIL,
Parry Music,
Bill Wells,
The Walker Brothers,
10cc,
Funky Four + One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amazonics,
Mad Mike,
Cybotron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Yaz,
The Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Excepter,
Derrick Morgan,
Fela Kuti,
EPMD,
The Black Dice,
Whodini,
Roxy Music,
Fat Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Accadde A,
Spoonie Gee,
Talk Talk,
Mandrill,
Loose Ends,
Minor Threat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rites of Spring,
New York Dolls,
New Order,
The Fugs,
kango's stein massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
Charles Mingus,
MC5,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Basic Channel,
The Doors,
Hardrive,
The Victims,
Lakeside,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joyce Sims,
Schoolly D,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.