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 the UAE and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 A Certain Ratio to the crunk 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Gun Club,
Swans,
Nas,
Lucky Dragons,
The Standells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bauhaus,
The Fugs,
The Techniques,
Radiohead,
K-Klass,
Adolescents,
Tears for Fears,
Funkadelic,
The Blues Magoos,
The Durutti Column,
The Wake,
Todd Rundgren,
Graham Central Station,
Goldenarms,
In Retrospect,
Ituana,
Theoretical Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
UT,
Iggy Pop,
PIL,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boredoms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Trumans Water,
Moebius,
Parry Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Loose Ends,
Hoover,
Circle Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Joensuu 1685,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scratch Acid,
Con Funk Shun,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
10cc,
The Smiths,
Patti Smith,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
L. Decosne,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris & Cosey,
Joey Negro,
DJ Sneak,
Qualms,
Pussy Galore,
Pantytec,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.