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 Malaysia and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soft Cell to the jazz 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Alison Limerick,
Massinfluence,
T. Rex,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rites of Spring,
Motorama,
Joensuu 1685,
Depeche Mode,
Livin' Joy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Schoolly D,
Dead Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Organ,
The Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Wire,
Scott Walker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blancmange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eve St. Jones,
Little Man,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ornette Coleman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arthur Verocai,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Surgeon,
Negative Approach,
Loose Ends,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Dolphy,
Babytalk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cybotron,
Unwound,
Sandy B,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Technova,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Normal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
La Düsseldorf,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Groovy Waters,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.