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 Georgia and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Glenn Branca to the funk 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Ash Ra Tempel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Kinks,
Dual Sessions,
Niagra,
Cheater Slicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gap Band,
Gichy Dan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
B.T. Express,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Clarke,
Patti Smith,
The United States of America,
Camouflage,
Depeche Mode,
The J.B.'s,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nico,
Barrington Levy,
The Residents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monks,
X-101,
The Wake,
Fat Boys,
Lungfish,
The Slits,
Swell Maps,
The Fall,
The Pop Group,
Eddi Front,
Essential Logic,
New York Dolls,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gories,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül,
Hoover,
John Cale,
Y Pants,
Judy Mowatt,
Lakeside,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare,
Yusef Lateef,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
UT,
Organ,
Dawn Penn,
Oblivians,
Rapeman,
Sister Nancy,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.