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 Netherlands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Little Man to the jazz 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erykah Badu,
Ludus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Anthony Braxton,
Desert Stars,
Surgeon,
Sarah Menescal,
The Leaves,
Wire,
Make Up,
The Blues Magoos,
The Modern Lovers,
Gabor Szabo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ten City,
The Saints,
Yusef Lateef,
Harmonia,
Grauzone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Section 25,
Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Minor Threat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Subhumans,
John Foxx,
Sexual Harrassment,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Bad Manners,
The Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Birthday Party,
The Pop Group,
Gregory Isaacs,
a-ha,
The Tremeloes,
The Gap Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Nico,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scan 7,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
OOIOO,
Circle Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Panda Bear,
The Last Poets,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fluxion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kayak,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.