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 Sri Lanka and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 James Chance & The Contortions 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Standells,
The Index,
The Leaves,
Massinfluence,
the Association,
Moebius,
Radiohead,
Pylon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Bananas,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Christie,
Eurythmics,
The Skatalites,
EPMD,
Arthur Verocai,
The Victims,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Martian,
Magazine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
8 Eyed Spy,
Tears for Fears,
Moby Grape,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Saints,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lungfish,
Minny Pops,
Scrapy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mars,
the Swans,
Scan 7,
Sister Nancy,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Evens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slackers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Happenings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Lakeside,
Outsiders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.