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 Finland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Nils Olav to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Dirtbombs,
the Slits,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiohead,
Motorama,
The Evens,
Wings,
Dennis Brown,
Alison Limerick,
The United States of America,
The J.B.'s,
Circle Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
JFA,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Certain Ratio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
La Düsseldorf,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T.S.O.L.,
Yaz,
Gong,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monolake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Half Japanese,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Skatalites,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young,
Anakelly,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q and Not U,
Tears for Fears,
Barbara Tucker,
Stiv Bators,
The Mummies,
Black Sheep,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Foxx,
John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bad Manners,
The Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neu!,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Wake,
Eddi Front,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Green,
Sonic Youth,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.