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 Estonia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Crash Course in Science to the rap 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Ossler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Last Poets,
U.S. Maple,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Buzzcocks,
Section 25,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Busters,
Ten City,
Harmonia,
The Grass Roots,
Rufus Thomas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q65,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Goldenarms,
The Human League,
The Red Krayola,
The Selecter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harry Pussy,
The Litter,
Gichy Dan,
Ultravox,
Crash Course in Science,
Tears for Fears,
The Evens,
Eric Dolphy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wire,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
UT,
Dave Gahan,
The Divine Comedy,
Babytalk,
The Wake,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronnie Foster,
Stereo Dub,
Fugazi,
Danielle Patucci,
Sarah Menescal,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
Marine Girls,
Nils Olav,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Count Five,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.