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 Kosovo and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roy Ayers to the grunge 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spandau Ballet,
Gong,
Erasure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slackers,
Minor Threat,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kas Product,
Moby Grape,
Chris Corsano,
Ultimate Spinach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tim Buckley,
The Wake,
The Black Dice,
the Human League,
The Gories,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quadrant,
Albert Ayler,
Urselle,
Drexciya,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül II,
Country Teasers,
Joensuu 1685,
Tomorrow,
UT,
The Fall,
The J.B.'s,
Prince Buster,
Gabor Szabo,
Surgeon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Terry,
Newcleus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Judy Mowatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Darondo,
Model 500,
The Move,
ABBA,
Magma,
Patti Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Alphaville,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Human League,
Deakin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stetsasonic,
Trumans Water,
The Angels of Light,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.