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 Zambia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the techno 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Dark Day,
Parry Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Connie Case,
Eurythmics,
Marvin Gaye,
Sex Pistols,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smiths,
Niagra,
The Count Five,
The Evens,
Alison Limerick,
The Tremeloes,
Dawn Penn,
Vainqueur,
Heaven 17,
Jandek,
D'Angelo,
The Stooges,
Whodini,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-102,
Minutemen,
Bob Dylan,
Ossler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Foxx,
The Beau Brummels,
Crash Course in Science,
Fatback Band,
The Grass Roots,
Alton Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
Bizarre Inc.,
Henry Cow,
Pierre Henry,
X-101,
Marmalade,
Lalann,
Visage,
Blossom Toes,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pretty Things,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Barbara Tucker,
The Leaves,
Piero Umiliani,
Trumans Water,
Hoover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Aswad,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.