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 the UAE and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Brothers Johnson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Model 500,
Reuben Wilson,
Procol Harum,
The Grass Roots,
Anthony Braxton,
Slick Rick,
Eden Ahbez,
Blake Baxter,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Count Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Skatalites,
U.S. Maple,
Television Personalities,
Ituana,
Glenn Branca,
The Index,
The Blues Magoos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dark Day,
the Normal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chrome,
Davy DMX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Los Fastidios,
Howard Jones,
T. Rex,
Sister Nancy,
Ornette Coleman,
Desert Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Sheep,
The Black Dice,
Heaven 17,
The Mojo Men,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Visage,
Radiohead,
Groovy Waters,
Hardrive,
Alphaville,
Fela Kuti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Intrusion,
Barry Ungar,
Thompson Twins,
Yellowson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Second Layer,
The Martian,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.