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 Turkey and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Cecil Taylor to the electroclash 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Minny Pops,
Skriet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T. Rex,
Rod Modell,
Flash Fearless,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Bourne,
OOIOO,
Black Pus,
AZ,
The Shadows of Knight,
H. Thieme,
Au Pairs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Trumans Water,
The Trojans,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed,
PIL,
The Fugs,
Television,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Technova,
Bobbi Humphrey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
8 Eyed Spy,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronnie Foster,
Yusef Lateef,
Rufus Thomas,
Mad Mike,
Quando Quango,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fuzztones,
Adolescents,
La Düsseldorf,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rosa Yemen,
Susan Cadogan,
UT,
Jeff Lynne,
Minutemen,
Fluxion,
the Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Motions,
Dark Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Rekid,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.