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 Ireland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül,
Prince Buster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
U.S. Maple,
Bush Tetras,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nils Olav,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ken Boothe,
Patti Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Outsiders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Simply Red,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Index,
Audionom,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Association,
Throbbing Gristle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pere Ubu,
Talk Talk,
In Retrospect,
Toni Rubio,
June of 44,
Lucky Dragons,
The Grass Roots,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monks,
Procol Harum,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul II Soul,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zapp,
Drexciya,
Mad Mike,
The New Christs,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Machine,
the Sonics,
Anakelly,
Moss Icon,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Smooth,
Slave,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.