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 Liberia and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Grauzone to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Durutti Column,
Delta 5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Con Funk Shun,
The Red Krayola,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Stooges,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Darondo,
Jacques Brel,
Au Pairs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Prince Buster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Model 500,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
The Cramps,
The Move,
Maurizio,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Radiohead,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Halsall,
Agent Orange,
Eric Dolphy,
the Bar-Kays,
Dawn Penn,
Fluxion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Erasure,
Erykah Badu,
Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Duran Duran,
Henry Cow,
The Last Poets,
Funkadelic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Main Source,
Roxette,
Fatback Band,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Connie Case,
The Grass Roots,
Blake Baxter,
The Angels of Light,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Sherman,
Scion,
Patti Smith,
B.T. Express,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.