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 Guatemala and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Misunderstood to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alison Limerick,
The Monochrome Set,
Swans,
David Axelrod,
The Wake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eli Mardock,
The Gories,
Ohio Players,
Black Sheep,
Echospace,
Agitation Free,
The Skatalites,
Morten Harket,
Suicide,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
Silicon Teens,
Vainqueur,
The Mojo Men,
Public Image Ltd.,
Malaria!,
Funky Four + One,
Altered Images,
PIL,
Sun Ra,
The Techniques,
The Divine Comedy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Index,
Black Pus,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronan,
Duran Duran,
Sonic Youth,
Slick Rick,
Al Stewart,
Susan Cadogan,
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ornette Coleman,
Ituana,
Brothers Johnson,
Fugazi,
Flipper,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Hill,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Bananas,
Mission of Burma,
K-Klass,
Hoover,
Panda Bear,
Minnie Riperton,
Subhumans,
Wolf Eyes,
Don Cherry,
Boredoms,
Minny Pops,
Fad Gadget,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.