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 Korea North and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The United States of America,
Minutemen,
Severed Heads,
Suicide,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tubeway Army,
Neu!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Organ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül II,
The Leaves,
Duran Duran,
Bob Dylan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pagans,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Youth Brigade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sister Nancy,
Gang of Four,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blossom Toes,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
One Last Wish,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxette,
The Zeros,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
PIL,
Graham Central Station,
Shoche,
Rotary Connection,
Michelle Simonal,
Animal Collective,
Alison Limerick,
Moebius,
Delta 5,
Cluster,
The Black Dice,
Scientists,
Wasted Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vladislav Delay,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arab on Radar,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Prunes,
Nico,
Harry Pussy,
The J.B.'s,
Unrelated Segments,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.