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 Togo and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Soulsonic Force 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Enemy,
Vainqueur,
Fugazi,
Steve Hackett,
MC5,
Boz Scaggs,
Erasure,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Excepter,
Black Pus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
Freddie Wadling,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scrapy,
Gastr Del Sol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Residents,
The Slackers,
Byron Stingily,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Model 500,
The Neon Judgement,
The Count Five,
The Music Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Dark Day,
Slick Rick,
Underground Resistance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erykah Badu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faraquet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marmalade,
The Searchers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Move,
Albert Ayler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mantronix,
The Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wasted Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Intrusion,
X-Ray Spex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.