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 Netherlands and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Don Cherry to the funk 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Los Fastidios,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lower 48,
Eve St. Jones,
Adolescents,
Fat Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Youth Brigade,
Wings,
U.S. Maple,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Normal,
Bush Tetras,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Von Mondo,
Surgeon,
Ludus,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monochrome Set,
Shuggie Otis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun City Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minor Threat,
Sällskapet,
The Skatalites,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angry Samoans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sight & Sound,
Sandy B,
Trumans Water,
Graham Central Station,
Basic Channel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chrome,
Cymande,
Toni Rubio,
The Busters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marine Girls,
The Trojans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The New Christs,
X-102,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sugar Minott,
The Black Dice,
DNA,
Scratch Acid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.