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 Ivory Coast and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters 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?
The Move,
Essential Logic,
Von Mondo,
Crooked Eye,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Motions,
Albert Ayler,
Black Moon,
Symarip,
Livin' Joy,
Khruangbin,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy Collins,
The New Christs,
Deakin,
Hoover,
Lou Christie,
Babytalk,
The Leaves,
Soft Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Schoolly D,
Colin Newman,
Harry Pussy,
Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cure,
The Evens,
Blancmange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yaz,
Talk Talk,
The Kinks,
Theoretical Girls,
OOIOO,
Eric Dolphy,
Pere Ubu,
Patti Smith,
Zero Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nico,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra,
Mark Hollis,
Black Sheep,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Five Americans,
Tubeway Army,
Black Flag,
Ten City,
Clear Light,
The American Breed,
The Stooges,
Wings,
The Real Kids,
Inner City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.