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 Turkmenistan and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Pere Ubu 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kenny Larkin,
Camouflage,
Accadde A,
Barclay James Harvest,
Intrusion,
Donny Hathaway,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Ludus,
Chrome,
The Zeros,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
cv313,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scratch Acid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bob Dylan,
Newcleus,
Maleditus Sound,
The Motions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The United States of America,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eden Ahbez,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rekid,
Dawn Penn,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Susan Cadogan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Excepter,
Rakim,
Easy Going,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harry Pussy,
The Saints,
Spandau Ballet,
Lucky Dragons,
Radio Birdman,
Juan Atkins,
Dual Sessions,
The Blues Magoos,
The Raincoats,
Hoover,
The Music Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bad Manners,
Wolf Eyes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.