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 Moldova and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Radio Birdman to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Swans,
Hashim,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Divine Comedy,
Hardrive,
The Cowsills,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Livin' Joy,
Jandek,
K-Klass,
The Index,
Iggy Pop,
Fad Gadget,
Chris & Cosey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronnie Foster,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Y Pants,
The Buckinghams,
Wings,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers,
Stetsasonic,
Scan 7,
Bluetip,
The Gap Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arthur Verocai,
Byron Stingily,
Groovy Waters,
Lower 48,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cluster,
Black Moon,
Babytalk,
Toni Rubio,
Camouflage,
the Human League,
KRS-One,
The Monochrome Set,
Slave,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radio Birdman,
X-Ray Spex,
Pagans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sandy B,
Japan,
Rosa Yemen,
Connie Case,
Eric Dolphy,
Brass Construction,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Germs,
Zapp,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.