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 Zambia and from New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Steve Hackett to the funk 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
China Crisis,
Subhumans,
Agitation Free,
Jacques Brel,
Prince Buster,
Interpol,
UT,
Spandau Ballet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Remains,
Mark Hollis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monolake,
Man Parrish,
Franke,
Q65,
Oneida,
Albert Ayler,
AZ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suburban Knight,
Can,
Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shoche,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fortunes,
Royal Trux,
Aswad,
The United States of America,
Fela Kuti,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Terry,
Rufus Thomas,
Malaria!,
Qualms,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Image Ltd.,
One Last Wish,
Tomorrow,
JFA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Patti Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Machine,
Radiohead,
Marc Almond,
Nik Kershaw,
New Age Steppers,
Soulsonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Television,
Leonard Cohen,
The Invisible,
Judy Mowatt,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.