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 Lithuania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 Bizarre Inc. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Public Enemy,
Patti Smith,
Blake Baxter,
the Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dorothy Ashby,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gichy Dan,
CMW,
Kas Product,
Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
The Remains,
Black Sheep,
Rod Modell,
The Smoke,
ABC,
Charles Mingus,
Donald Byrd,
The Dead C,
Lalann,
Can,
Average White Band,
World's Most,
Urselle,
Negative Approach,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shuggie Otis,
Cluster,
The Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiohead,
Steve Hackett,
Alphaville,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Schoolly D,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Intrusion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Panda Bear,
Josef K,
The Busters,
The Cowsills,
Gang of Four,
Au Pairs,
Dark Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Minor Threat,
La Düsseldorf,
Lyres,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris & Cosey,
Y Pants,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.