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 Turkmenistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Outsiders,
Skarface,
Amon Düül,
Bush Tetras,
The Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Sherman,
Patti Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Anthony Braxton,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Age Steppers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Motions,
Ronnie Foster,
The Skatalites,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James White and The Blacks,
Bauhaus,
June Days,
UT,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moby Grape,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lower 48,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Count Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gabor Szabo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Victims,
Moebius,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cure,
Jacques Brel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fire Engines,
Pagans,
Robert Wyatt,
Idris Muhammad,
Charles Mingus,
The Durutti Column,
Eurythmics,
Television Personalities,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Fania All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.