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 United Kingdom and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Reuben Wilson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Stiv Bators,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick May,
Donald Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
Newcleus,
Heaven 17,
The Moleskins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fad Gadget,
Lindisfarne,
Rod Modell,
Wire,
Whodini,
John Foxx,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moby Grape,
The Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Ponytail,
The Real Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Charles Mingus,
David Axelrod,
Darondo,
Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shoche,
The Associates,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Negative Approach,
The New Christs,
Rufus Thomas,
T.S.O.L.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
JFA,
Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Walker Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Lakeside,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Inner City,
Bluetip,
Sam Rivers,
Lalann,
Malaria!,
Yazoo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jandek,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.