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 France and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Colin Newman,
The Monochrome Set,
Ponytail,
John Holt,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flipper,
Nico,
Marmalade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Last Poets,
Nick Fraelich,
Cymande,
Iggy Pop,
Blake Baxter,
Popol Vuh,
Interpol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Saints,
B.T. Express,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siglo XX,
Joensuu 1685,
The Leaves,
Suicide,
Organ,
X-101,
Zapp,
Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Rotary Connection,
Bluetip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swell Maps,
Spandau Ballet,
K-Klass,
Delon & Dalcan,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
Guru Guru,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eden Ahbez,
the Association,
Masters at Work,
UT,
Bang On A Can,
Lalann,
Cameo,
Ornette Coleman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Halsall,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gun Club,
Traffic Nightmare,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.