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 Chad and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Flag to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Neon Judgement,
Nation of Ulysses,
Godley & Creme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pole,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cymande,
MC5,
MDC,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arthur Verocai,
The Remains,
Franke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cybotron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Patti Smith,
Desert Stars,
Qualms,
Hardrive,
The Selecter,
The Evens,
Marc Almond,
Adolescents,
CMW,
Grauzone,
Joey Negro,
the Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gladiators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Graham Central Station,
Marmalade,
Gang Green,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The J.B.'s,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
China Crisis,
Unwound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The New Christs,
Von Mondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Christie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sarah Menescal,
Hasil Adkins,
Television Personalities,
Tres Demented,
Slave,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Duran Duran,
Fluxion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.