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 Eritrea and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Excepter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Walker Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Byron Stingily,
Youth Brigade,
Animal Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Lydon,
Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
The Barracudas,
Roger Hodgson,
The United States of America,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang On A Can,
Wolf Eyes,
Loose Ends,
The Residents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül II,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
K-Klass,
the Human League,
Dawn Penn,
The Cramps,
Con Funk Shun,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fatback Band,
Alton Ellis,
Newcleus,
Fat Boys,
Japan,
Scratch Acid,
Angry Samoans,
Boz Scaggs,
Bluetip,
The Pretty Things,
Drive Like Jehu,
Circle Jerks,
Infiniti,
Marc Almond,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fall,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Happenings,
The Gap Band,
Ossler,
Tommy Roe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pere Ubu,
Fugazi,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Little Man,
The Count Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.