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 India 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Terry,
The Residents,
The Raincoats,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The New Christs,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris Corsano,
Buzzcocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Inner City,
Royal Trux,
The Zeros,
The Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Boredoms,
Jeff Lynne,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül,
Danielle Patucci,
Stetsasonic,
Lindisfarne,
Max Romeo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
Kurtis Blow,
Metal Thangz,
The Toasters,
Sarah Menescal,
Guru Guru,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Green,
Desert Stars,
Sam Rivers,
the Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faraquet,
The Evens,
Jeru the Damaja,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Outsiders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
kango's stein massive,
Skriet,
Essential Logic,
X-Ray Spex,
The Last Poets,
Rosa Yemen,
Zapp,
Stereo Dub,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terry Callier,
The Victims,
Radio Birdman,
Chrome,
the Sonics,
Accadde A,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.