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 Sweden and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Smog,
Donny Hathaway,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-101,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
L. Decosne,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry's Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marmalade,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deepchord,
Schoolly D,
Country Teasers,
Banda Bassotti,
Terry Callier,
The Litter,
The Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
Patti Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arab on Radar,
Youth Brigade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed,
Sound Behaviour,
the Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Anakelly,
Gang Starr,
Niagra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hoover,
Joy Division,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pussy Galore,
The Slits,
The Gun Club,
Skriet,
Animal Collective,
Scrapy,
The Selecter,
Pantaleimon,
Jacob Miller,
The Skatalites,
The Remains,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swans,
Pagans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ten City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Livin' Joy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.