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 Kenya and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Henry Cow to the rock 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Eurythmics,
Hardrive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flipper,
Amazonics,
Ten City,
The J.B.'s,
Swans,
Intrusion,
Surgeon,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Starr,
Susan Cadogan,
Negative Approach,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scion,
Kaleidoscope,
The Kinks,
Angry Samoans,
Moby Grape,
Interpol,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Machine,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Pus,
Suburban Knight,
Slave,
Shoche,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gabor Szabo,
Ice-T,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Essential Logic,
Fatback Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harmonia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Subhumans,
Wolf Eyes,
The Evens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fugazi,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Henry Cow,
Outsiders,
The Slackers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wally Richardson,
Whodini,
Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.