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 Afghanistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 the Swans to the jazz 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radio Birdman,
Lungfish,
Accadde A,
Surgeon,
The Gun Club,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hardrive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lakeside,
Scrapy,
Black Flag,
Peter and Kerry,
Fatback Band,
Goldenarms,
Black Sheep,
Stiv Bators,
Circle Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
New York Dolls,
The Vogues,
A Certain Ratio,
T. Rex,
Matthew Halsall,
The Buckinghams,
CMW,
Flash Fearless,
Visage,
Cluster,
Arthur Verocai,
Michelle Simonal,
John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Lydon,
The Monochrome Set,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Parrish,
The Sound,
The Cure,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fuzztones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fad Gadget,
Oblivians,
Zero Boys,
The Busters,
The Mojo Men,
Groovy Waters,
The Dirtbombs,
Ossler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Victims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kayak,
Porter Ricks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.