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 Bulgaria and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Ornette Coleman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Quando Quango,
Michelle Simonal,
Metal Thangz,
Lindisfarne,
Marmalade,
Rosa Yemen,
Heaven 17,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Pylon,
The Selecter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Vogues,
Pantytec,
R.M.O.,
Visage,
David Axelrod,
Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
B.T. Express,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dawn Penn,
Terry Callier,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ice-T,
Dark Day,
Das Ding,
Danielle Patucci,
Donny Hathaway,
Flash Fearless,
Symarip,
Neil Young,
Cameo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moby Grape,
The Gun Club,
Mandrill,
Urselle,
Morten Harket,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skaos,
Mr. Review,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bronski Beat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Talk Talk,
Minnie Riperton,
The Trojans,
Kayak,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.