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 Bahrain and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the jazz 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Skarface,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Talk Talk,
Ornette Coleman,
World's Most,
The Blackbyrds,
Moby Grape,
Sam Rivers,
Minutemen,
Gong,
the Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rites of Spring,
PIL,
Nirvana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arthur Verocai,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rekid,
Das Ding,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monks,
Amazonics,
John Foxx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxette,
Barry Ungar,
OOIOO,
Thee Headcoats,
MC5,
The Skatalites,
Roxy Music,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anthony Braxton,
MDC,
Marvin Gaye,
The Beau Brummels,
Dawn Penn,
Dead Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Slave,
Sight & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
One Last Wish,
Y Pants,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Terry Callier,
Davy DMX,
The Gun Club,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.