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 Taiwan and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Jeff Lynne to the rock 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Bronski Beat,
Cameo,
Deakin,
Bluetip,
Gong,
Sarah Menescal,
the Slits,
The Selecter,
The Count Five,
Technova,
The Invisible,
Animal Collective,
The Human League,
Visage,
Idris Muhammad,
Organ,
Howard Jones,
Eric Copeland,
Flash Fearless,
Groovy Waters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonic Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Fad Gadget,
Ludus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Audionom,
Dorothy Ashby,
Y Pants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Associates,
Arab on Radar,
Ituana,
Alphaville,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cowsills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Bowie,
Jeff Mills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Henry Cow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drexciya,
Sex Pistols,
Rod Modell,
Minny Pops,
Cal Tjader,
K-Klass,
T. Rex,
Franke,
Crash Course in Science,
the Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Görl,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.