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 Kyrgyzstan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 The Sonics to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Mummies,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Wyatt,
Harry Pussy,
Mark Hollis,
Tubeway Army,
Dawn Penn,
Urselle,
Ultravox,
Motorama,
Jeff Mills,
Interpol,
Royal Trux,
Ornette Coleman,
Model 500,
Quantec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thompson Twins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Lydon,
Sam Rivers,
48th St. Collective,
World's Most,
Robert Görl,
The Fortunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Newcleus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Carl Craig,
Schoolly D,
Tim Buckley,
Symarip,
Blancmange,
The Divine Comedy,
Pulsallama,
Rosa Yemen,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
Vainqueur,
Arab on Radar,
The Gap Band,
The J.B.'s,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Trojans,
Excepter,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Osbourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Names,
The Selecter,
Con Funk Shun,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fuzztones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.