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 Tajikistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Dead Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Brothers Johnson,
U.S. Maple,
Joyce Sims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ituana,
Groovy Waters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Clarke,
Quantec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visage,
Whodini,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Teasers,
Organ,
Jacob Miller,
Nas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül,
The Pretty Things,
Idris Muhammad,
Q and Not U,
Monks,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Pus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
B.T. Express,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eddi Front,
Dennis Brown,
Nico,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers,
Heaven 17,
David Bowie,
Underground Resistance,
The Busters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Gabor Szabo,
Gichy Dan,
Brass Construction,
Rekid,
UT,
Yaz,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Rundgren,
Godley & Creme,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.