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 Albania and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 The Detroit Cobras to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Dennis Brown,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mo-Dettes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Litter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Second Layer,
The Young Rascals,
Chris & Cosey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ludus,
Angry Samoans,
Loose Ends,
Roxette,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brass Construction,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Index,
ABC,
Reuben Wilson,
R.M.O.,
Barrington Levy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Motions,
Surgeon,
Banda Bassotti,
Urselle,
Whodini,
Fela Kuti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unwound,
Cheater Slicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ice-T,
The Sound,
Sparks,
John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
Rod Modell,
Pierre Henry,
Max Romeo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aural Exciters,
Fear,
Tommy Roe,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young,
Half Japanese,
Subhumans,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cowsills,
Sex Pistols,
Morten Harket,
Derrick May,
Agent Orange,
Jacob Miller,
Au Pairs,
Outsiders,
Lou Christie,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.