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 Nepal and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Wake,
Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
Quantec,
Quadrant,
John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Radiohead,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eddi Front,
Adolescents,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sister Nancy,
Absolute Body Control,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cure,
Bob Dylan,
New York Dolls,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moleskins,
Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light,
The Modern Lovers,
Fatback Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Sherman,
Fela Kuti,
Gabor Szabo,
Talk Talk,
Alphaville,
Fluxion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swans,
Stetsasonic,
48th St. Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Loose Ends,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skarface,
The Happenings,
The Gun Club,
Agitation Free,
Ornette Coleman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacob Miller,
Pussy Galore,
Maleditus Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eli Mardock,
New Order,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.