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 Chile and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wire to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
Joy Division,
The Toasters,
Barry Ungar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Porter Ricks,
Jacques Brel,
the Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soulsonic Force,
The Invisible,
Sun City Girls,
Au Pairs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grauzone,
Yazoo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eden Ahbez,
Nils Olav,
D'Angelo,
The Velvet Underground,
The Selecter,
Wire,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Copeland,
Section 25,
Mad Mike,
Livin' Joy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
These Immortal Souls,
Tommy Roe,
Maurizio,
Lightning Bolt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fort Wilson Riot,
AZ,
John Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
F. McDonald,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Make Up,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lucky Dragons,
New Order,
Goldenarms,
Moss Icon,
Al Stewart,
Eric Dolphy,
Suicide,
Dorothy Ashby,
Susan Cadogan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Eddi Front,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.