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 Cambodia and from Milan.
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 Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Seeds,
The New Christs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joensuu 1685,
Soulsonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bronski Beat,
Ten City,
OOIOO,
Ohio Players,
Q and Not U,
Charles Mingus,
The Monks,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed,
The Velvet Underground,
Glambeats Corp.,
Youth Brigade,
Ultra Naté,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Dolphy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mad Mike,
the Human League,
Al Stewart,
Juan Atkins,
The Moody Blues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Smooth,
Fat Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
PIL,
the Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pylon,
the Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Christie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Talk Talk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magma,
Pierre Henry,
The Real Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Fugazi,
Kerri Chandler,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick Morgan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Inner City,
Underground Resistance,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.