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 Vietnam and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Fall to the jazz 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cecil Taylor,
Tommy Roe,
Ohio Players,
Marine Girls,
The Cure,
Wally Richardson,
David Axelrod,
Ronan,
Deepchord,
The American Breed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Neon Judgement,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dead Boys,
The Gories,
Audionom,
the Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Buzzcocks,
Outsiders,
The Gun Club,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mission of Burma,
Ken Boothe,
Ultra Naté,
The Evens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül II,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronnie Foster,
Parry Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Los Fastidios,
John Foxx,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Halsall,
Blossom Toes,
Adolescents,
Groovy Waters,
Scratch Acid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Starr,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker,
John Lydon,
D'Angelo,
The Misunderstood,
Sparks,
Minny Pops,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Freddie Wadling,
Massinfluence,
Scion,
Procol Harum,
Sound Behaviour,
Arab on Radar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.