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 Vanuatu and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cluster to the dance 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Adolescents,
KRS-One,
X-102,
Popol Vuh,
EPMD,
Amazonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Neu!,
Country Teasers,
Royal Trux,
Barry Ungar,
Eve St. Jones,
Lower 48,
Mars,
L. Decosne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Sonics,
Average White Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Divine Comedy,
Jandek,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiopuhelimet,
The New Christs,
Derrick Morgan,
Fluxion,
The Techniques,
Andrew Hill,
Cecil Taylor,
Section 25,
The Trojans,
Carl Craig,
Graham Central Station,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Invisible,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Talk Talk,
The Litter,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cybotron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
D'Angelo,
The Cure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warren Ellis,
the Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mission of Burma,
Guru Guru,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joyce Sims,
10cc,
Lyres,
Swell Maps,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.