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 Azerbaijan and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Alice Coltrane to the funk 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Livin' Joy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magma,
Stereo Dub,
Slave,
Scott Walker,
Clear Light,
John Coltrane,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Steve Hackett,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris Corsano,
Delon & Dalcan,
Youth Brigade,
ABC,
Thee Headcoats,
Motorama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lower 48,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sparks,
Eurythmics,
The Offenders,
UT,
Godley & Creme,
Radio Birdman,
Fear,
48th St. Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Residents,
Mark Hollis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aloha Tigers,
Sight & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Excepter,
Oblivians,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül,
Con Funk Shun,
Unrelated Segments,
the Association,
The Invisible,
U.S. Maple,
Albert Ayler,
Brass Construction,
Soul II Soul,
Skaos,
Ohio Players,
The Index,
Dave Gahan,
Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.