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 Estonia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Quadrant to the grunge 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Soft Machine,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
Lightning Bolt,
Erasure,
Cal Tjader,
Deepchord,
Funkadelic,
Deakin,
Kurtis Blow,
Organ,
Bush Tetras,
Iggy Pop,
The Techniques,
Jacob Miller,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang of Four,
The Motions,
Spandau Ballet,
PIL,
Monks,
Sandy B,
Little Man,
Chris & Cosey,
The Count Five,
Urselle,
The Cure,
Pantaleimon,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pretty Things,
Audionom,
Aural Exciters,
Inner City,
Faust,
Sparks,
John Lydon,
Dead Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angry Samoans,
Bang On A Can,
Lower 48,
Joey Negro,
Trumans Water,
New York Dolls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funky Four + One,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Bourne,
Unwound,
Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Associates,
Malaria!,
The Kinks,
Vladislav Delay,
Nas,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.