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 Nauru and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers to the jazz 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Jerry's Kids,
Blancmange,
Don Cherry,
Can,
Pole,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young,
Iggy Pop,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Moon,
EPMD,
Reagan Youth,
Pagans,
The Human League,
Minny Pops,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Style,
Deakin,
The Standells,
Alton Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Y Pants,
Alphaville,
The Golliwogs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
UT,
Metal Thangz,
Colin Newman,
Dual Sessions,
Tubeway Army,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ludus,
Flipper,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oblivians,
Blossom Toes,
Suicide,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Parry Music,
Scratch Acid,
Nico,
E-Dancer,
Leonard Cohen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Duran Duran,
The Birthday Party,
Lungfish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bush Tetras,
Zapp,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monks,
Cameo,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.