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 Spain and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Roxy Music to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Easy Going,
Nils Olav,
Cameo,
Pulsallama,
KRS-One,
The Grass Roots,
T.S.O.L.,
The Wake,
ABBA,
Marvin Gaye,
Piero Umiliani,
Mars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liliput,
Arab on Radar,
The Invisible,
Sonny Sharrock,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sound,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fluxion,
John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Audionom,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultra Naté,
Jacques Brel,
Shoche,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wolf Eyes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lyres,
Todd Rundgren,
The Black Dice,
Eddi Front,
Rekid,
Index,
Rapeman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Talk Talk,
Dual Sessions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Almond,
Y Pants,
Thee Headcoats,
Grey Daturas,
The Move,
Whodini,
Joy Division,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deepchord,
Lakeside,
Alphaville,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.