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 Croatia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Divine Comedy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Lynne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Parrish,
Rapeman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fortunes,
Camouflage,
The Kinks,
Dead Boys,
The Leaves,
Ronnie Foster,
Anakelly,
Adolescents,
Clear Light,
AZ,
LL Cool J,
Cecil Taylor,
Byron Stingily,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Hill,
The Angels of Light,
Gichy Dan,
Fatback Band,
Jacob Miller,
Fear,
Lower 48,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terry Callier,
Gang Starr,
Television,
48th St. Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
The Birthday Party,
The Five Americans,
Main Source,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang of Four,
Barbara Tucker,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Grass Roots,
Cymande,
Deepchord,
Rekid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
New Age Steppers,
Hardrive,
Monks,
Patti Smith,
The Doors,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.