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 Marshall Islands and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 L. Decosne to the dance 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Laurel Aitken,
Supertramp,
KRS-One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yellowson,
Index,
Pagans,
Pussy Galore,
Depeche Mode,
Q65,
Country Teasers,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gichy Dan,
Parry Music,
Ronan,
Mandrill,
Reuben Wilson,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Christie,
Darondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bush Tetras,
Fad Gadget,
Buzzcocks,
Skaos,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
The Busters,
The Wake,
Nils Olav,
Eurythmics,
Groovy Waters,
Delta 5,
The Standells,
Black Sheep,
D'Angelo,
Crash Course in Science,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mr. Review,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bluetip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Interpol,
Sam Rivers,
Moss Icon,
Urselle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gong,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.