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 Zambia and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Chris Corsano 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Music Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Newcleus,
Agitation Free,
Moss Icon,
Urselle,
Matthew Bourne,
K-Klass,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Foxx,
Zero Boys,
New York Dolls,
The Misunderstood,
Lightning Bolt,
Basic Channel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Green,
Glenn Branca,
Delon & Dalcan,
Henry Cow,
Joe Finger,
Infiniti,
The Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liliput,
Dave Gahan,
Toni Rubio,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marmalade,
Babytalk,
Blossom Toes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jawbox,
The Star Department,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jandek,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spoonie Gee,
Frankie Knuckles,
Half Japanese,
Young Marble Giants,
Rakim,
Das Ding,
Judy Mowatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
Qualms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mission of Burma,
The Moleskins,
Lou Christie,
Kayak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brothers Johnson,
Freddie Wadling,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.