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 Sweden and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Rotary Connection to the dance 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Mills,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Con Funk Shun,
Underground Resistance,
The Litter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ludus,
Davy DMX,
Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
The Toasters,
Aural Exciters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Godley & Creme,
MDC,
Lower 48,
Television,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pylon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harry Pussy,
Dark Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faust,
Henry Cow,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monks,
Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Index,
The Associates,
Rekid,
Radiohead,
Ice-T,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Absolute Body Control,
Boredoms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rotary Connection,
Ponytail,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alice Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
Model 500,
Reuben Wilson,
Bad Manners,
Scion,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Hood,
Country Teasers,
Ronan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.