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 Gabon and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Anthony Braxton to the rock 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Smog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Piero Umiliani,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Offenders,
The Fall,
The Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Reagan Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amazonics,
Pole,
The Searchers,
Lindisfarne,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Happenings,
Malaria!,
The Busters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Music Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Age Steppers,
the Sonics,
Khruangbin,
LL Cool J,
David McCallum,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Bourne,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hot Snakes,
The Techniques,
Mandrill,
The Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Y Pants,
Clear Light,
Shoche,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott Heron,
Crash Course in Science,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kurtis Blow,
Unrelated Segments,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
Skarface,
Mars,
Terry Callier,
F. McDonald,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.