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 Ivory Coast and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 OOIOO to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Japan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hashim,
Al Stewart,
Heaven 17,
Visage,
Youth Brigade,
Mars,
Infiniti,
Eurythmics,
Masters at Work,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Trumans Water,
Circle Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Wells,
the Association,
The Cowsills,
Ornette Coleman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Livin' Joy,
Idris Muhammad,
Hot Snakes,
Toni Rubio,
Kas Product,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Gabor Szabo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Ten City,
John Lydon,
Soul II Soul,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fuzztones,
The Motions,
Cymande,
Das Ding,
Parry Music,
Jacques Brel,
Cameo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magazine,
The Saints,
Clear Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Trojans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Oneida,
Adolescents,
Zapp,
The Searchers,
Subhumans,
The Skatalites,
Barry Ungar,
Kerri Chandler,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.