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 Eritrea and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eli Mardock to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Wyatt,
Vladislav Delay,
The Last Poets,
Dennis Brown,
James White and The Blacks,
Yazoo,
Archie Shepp,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Coltrane,
Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Byrd,
Skarface,
Gil Scott Heron,
Theoretical Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABC,
La Düsseldorf,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Arcadia,
Joe Smooth,
Pole,
The Motions,
The American Breed,
Eric Copeland,
Visage,
Colin Newman,
Rekid,
Bob Dylan,
the Association,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Machine,
Don Cherry,
The Cure,
H. Thieme,
The Gladiators,
Eve St. Jones,
R.M.O.,
Janne Schatter,
Zero Boys,
The Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donny Hathaway,
The Knickerbockers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Connie Case,
The Count Five,
Oblivians,
Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Q and Not U,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Wake,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.