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 South Sudan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Crispian St. Peters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mark Hollis,
FM Einheit,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Bar-Kays,
Nils Olav,
Carl Craig,
Little Man,
The Gories,
Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moody Blues,
Darondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erykah Badu,
D'Angelo,
Rotary Connection,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Wake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stetsasonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Procol Harum,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pretty Things,
Pierre Henry,
Minnie Riperton,
The Searchers,
Metal Thangz,
Dawn Penn,
Idris Muhammad,
Rosa Yemen,
T. Rex,
Ronan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mad Mike,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Wyatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Fugazi,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Swans,
Wasted Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Can,
The Velvet Underground,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Terry,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.