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 Slovakia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 UT to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Basic Channel,
The Smiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Guru Guru,
Erykah Badu,
Japan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scion,
Fluxion,
Connie Case,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Crime,
Soft Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Bananas,
The Seeds,
Niagra,
Stetsasonic,
Q and Not U,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kayak,
Mark Hollis,
Ice-T,
Sparks,
The Wake,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Barracudas,
cv313,
Man Eating Sloth,
Main Source,
Rekid,
Jeff Lynne,
Funky Four + One,
Intrusion,
The Trojans,
Tom Boy,
The Slits,
F. McDonald,
Vainqueur,
Nik Kershaw,
Pierre Henry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Livin' Joy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris Corsano,
Morten Harket,
Country Teasers,
Carl Craig,
Hashim,
Liliput,
Eddi Front,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.