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 San Marino and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pantytec to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Velvet Underground,
Amazonics,
Junior Murvin,
Clear Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Walker Brothers,
Rapeman,
Sound Behaviour,
Ponytail,
The Dirtbombs,
Bob Dylan,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mojo Men,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris & Cosey,
Porter Ricks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deakin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Traffic Nightmare,
The Grass Roots,
Max Romeo,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers,
Vainqueur,
Joy Division,
Duran Duran,
Crooked Eye,
The Leaves,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swans,
Deadbeat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aloha Tigers,
Shuggie Otis,
Qualms,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Bourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
UT,
Ten City,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Pus,
the Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yazoo,
Franke,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.