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 Slovenia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Patti Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moody Blues,
The Pop Group,
Soul II Soul,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Associates,
Nik Kershaw,
Suicide,
Underground Resistance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Y Pants,
Ice-T,
Oblivians,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronan,
Vladislav Delay,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cymande,
Brand Nubian,
Boz Scaggs,
Whodini,
John Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cowsills,
Rufus Thomas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare,
The Zeros,
Stiv Bators,
E-Dancer,
Charles Mingus,
Bauhaus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Albert Ayler,
Monks,
Gang of Four,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jawbox,
The Blues Magoos,
Warsaw,
Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tom Boy,
Babytalk,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
U.S. Maple,
Quadrant,
X-Ray Spex,
cv313,
The Move,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.