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 Nigeria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 The Flesh Eaters to the jazz 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Rod Modell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Max Romeo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scientists,
the Sonics,
Slave,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronan,
Icehouse,
Michelle Simonal,
Stereo Dub,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roger Hodgson,
Ohio Players,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Sneak,
OOIOO,
Rotary Connection,
Clear Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Trumans Water,
Moby Grape,
Cheater Slicks,
Pierre Henry,
The Golliwogs,
Terry Callier,
The Index,
Heaven 17,
Eric Dolphy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aloha Tigers,
Sällskapet,
Arab on Radar,
The Searchers,
The American Breed,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Lynne,
Moebius,
Black Flag,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Parry Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
Byron Stingily,
Ituana,
Hoover,
Radio Birdman,
The Smoke,
the Slits,
Model 500,
Young Marble Giants,
Agitation Free,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blossom Toes,
Cluster,
Nick Fraelich,
Hardrive,
Masters at Work,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.