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 Norway and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Donald Fagen 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 John Cale to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
John Cale,
In Retrospect,
The Index,
Colin Newman,
Ice-T,
Warren Ellis,
Section 25,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Groovy Waters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eve St. Jones,
Mark Hollis,
Slave,
Kurtis Blow,
Blancmange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stiv Bators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monks,
Bauhaus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fat Boys,
The Motions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Juan Atkins,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Machine,
Masters at Work,
Drexciya,
Joensuu 1685,
Cecil Taylor,
Porter Ricks,
Tears for Fears,
Dave Gahan,
The Red Krayola,
Black Sheep,
Niagra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang of Four,
Mars,
Swell Maps,
Easy Going,
Slick Rick,
Echospace,
Audionom,
The Pop Group,
Camberwell Now,
Angry Samoans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
D'Angelo,
Sex Pistols,
Stetsasonic,
Grey Daturas,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.