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 Chile and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Faust to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Sugar Minott,
Aural Exciters,
The Evens,
Juan Atkins,
Bronski Beat,
Black Bananas,
L. Decosne,
Hoover,
Ultra Naté,
Donald Byrd,
Chrome,
Groovy Waters,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
Vainqueur,
Cecil Taylor,
Sound Behaviour,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerri Chandler,
Scientists,
the Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-102,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harmonia,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gastr Del Sol,
10cc,
Thee Headcoats,
The Leaves,
Sixth Finger,
The Gladiators,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacques Brel,
The Standells,
The Star Department,
Oneida,
The Invisible,
Intrusion,
Scion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Easy Going,
the Germs,
Zero Boys,
Mantronix,
The Residents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harry Pussy,
Oblivians,
Bizarre Inc.,
Steve Hackett,
Fela Kuti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Organ,
The Count Five,
Donny Hathaway,
The Velvet Underground,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.