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 Liberia and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Country Teasers 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW 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?
Bang On A Can,
Skaos,
DJ Style,
Pole,
Dennis Brown,
The Dirtbombs,
Juan Atkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
New York Dolls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fluxion,
Hardrive,
Ultra Naté,
Second Layer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Maleditus Sound,
Scientists,
The Dead C,
Skriet,
Index,
David McCallum,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxette,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scratch Acid,
Bronski Beat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacob Miller,
Von Mondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultravox,
Alphaville,
Half Japanese,
Bush Tetras,
Pantytec,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Wells,
Moby Grape,
The Wake,
Nik Kershaw,
The Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Association,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang of Four,
Silicon Teens,
L. Decosne,
Sandy B,
Skarface,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stereo Dub,
Oneida,
Das Ding,
Bauhaus,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.