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 Canada and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Graham Central Station to the disco 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cybotron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Von Mondo,
Magazine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Cecil Taylor,
June Days,
Lower 48,
Arcadia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suburban Knight,
The Fire Engines,
X-101,
The Grass Roots,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy Collins,
The Misunderstood,
Fad Gadget,
Freddie Wadling,
Danielle Patucci,
Basic Channel,
Oneida,
Sandy B,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Audionom,
La Düsseldorf,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Hood,
Pylon,
Ronnie Foster,
MC5,
The Cramps,
Andrew Hill,
the Association,
Fugazi,
Qualms,
a-ha,
Quadrant,
Sam Rivers,
Mantronix,
Yaz,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Sarah Menescal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lindisfarne,
Kerri Chandler,
Tears for Fears,
Arthur Verocai,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.