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 India and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Man Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Circle Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Hot Snakes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül II,
Marvin Gaye,
Motorama,
Bush Tetras,
Rakim,
LL Cool J,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oneida,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hashim,
Warren Ellis,
Easy Going,
Suburban Knight,
Bang On A Can,
La Düsseldorf,
Reuben Wilson,
Tres Demented,
Second Layer,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Teasers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DNA,
Stetsasonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Buzzcocks,
Smog,
Marshall Jefferson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare,
Trumans Water,
Black Pus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
The J.B.'s,
the Germs,
June Days,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minnie Riperton,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slits,
Wings,
Man Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
Angry Samoans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dual Sessions,
Japan,
Brass Construction,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.