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 Cape Verde and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABBA,
Youth Brigade,
Bad Manners,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crash Course in Science,
Joey Negro,
Ohio Players,
Tres Demented,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Radio Birdman,
Camberwell Now,
cv313,
Swell Maps,
The Music Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Throbbing Gristle,
Albert Ayler,
Wasted Youth,
K-Klass,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chrome,
The Birthday Party,
Technova,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Grass Roots,
Skarface,
Shoche,
Franke,
Von Mondo,
kango's stein massive,
Ossler,
The Real Kids,
Davy DMX,
Black Flag,
The Buckinghams,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flamin' Groovies,
The United States of America,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Scion,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gladiators,
New York Dolls,
Eric Dolphy,
Eurythmics,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sandy B,
Second Layer,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.