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 Guyana and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donald Fagen 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 Searchers to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Young Marble Giants,
Rekid,
Flash Fearless,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ossler,
Alison Limerick,
Wasted Youth,
Grauzone,
Eric B and Rakim,
Niagra,
Funkadelic,
The Gap Band,
Quadrant,
Pole,
Youth Brigade,
The Angels of Light,
Infiniti,
Skaos,
Nick Fraelich,
Y Pants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Swans,
Animal Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Byrd,
Hoover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Howard Jones,
KRS-One,
The Doors,
Franke,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Pus,
Quando Quango,
Harmonia,
Susan Cadogan,
The Black Dice,
Liliput,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jawbox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grey Daturas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sight & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
FM Einheit,
The Vogues,
Jacques Brel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Standells,
Joey Negro,
Faust,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
X-102,
Crooked Eye,
The Happenings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.