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 Philippines 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marvin Gaye to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Martian,
Smog,
PIL,
Reagan Youth,
Goldenarms,
cv313,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerri Chandler,
Mark Hollis,
Wire,
Tommy Roe,
Pantaleimon,
Main Source,
Wasted Youth,
the Association,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young,
The Angels of Light,
Excepter,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra,
In Retrospect,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Last Poets,
The Invisible,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swell Maps,
Nick Fraelich,
H. Thieme,
Lungfish,
Bobby Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
DNA,
Deadbeat,
Arab on Radar,
the Soft Cell,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unwound,
Eden Ahbez,
CMW,
Toni Rubio,
The Star Department,
The Gladiators,
Yazoo,
Bronski Beat,
Juan Atkins,
T. Rex,
Kayak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Christie,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.