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 Namibia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Supertramp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Niagra,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Velvet Underground,
Spoonie Gee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Popol Vuh,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amazonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantytec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Lynne,
EPMD,
The Victims,
Minutemen,
Television,
Derrick Morgan,
David Bowie,
Bang On A Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Sheep,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faraquet,
Aswad,
Malaria!,
Los Fastidios,
AZ,
Kurtis Blow,
T. Rex,
The Smoke,
the Association,
Model 500,
Swell Maps,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxette,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Fraelich,
Intrusion,
The Black Dice,
The Monochrome Set,
Masters at Work,
FM Einheit,
Barbara Tucker,
Loose Ends,
The Monks,
B.T. Express,
Radiohead,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul II Soul,
a-ha,
Yazoo,
Make Up,
Organ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gichy Dan,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.