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 Uruguay and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Crispian St. Peters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Japan,
John Foxx,
Boredoms,
John Coltrane,
Chrome,
Franke,
Ultra Naté,
Whodini,
AZ,
Vainqueur,
Urselle,
The Fugs,
Vladislav Delay,
In Retrospect,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Red Krayola,
Audionom,
Peter and Kerry,
Funky Four + One,
Make Up,
The J.B.'s,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker,
Rakim,
Pylon,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Birthday Party,
The Monochrome Set,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Modern Lovers,
Mantronix,
Intrusion,
Slick Rick,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pop Group,
Bad Manners,
Lakeside,
Robert Wyatt,
Fear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ituana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Clarke,
Sällskapet,
Hoover,
Faust,
Little Man,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
Connie Case,
Reagan Youth,
DNA,
Q and Not U,
Cecil Taylor,
F. McDonald,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.