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 Luxembourg and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Flash Fearless to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sex Pistols,
Public Enemy,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harmonia,
cv313,
The Barracudas,
The Stooges,
Susan Cadogan,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Bananas,
Organ,
EPMD,
The Busters,
Little Man,
Albert Ayler,
Aswad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker,
Maleditus Sound,
Bauhaus,
Pantytec,
Q and Not U,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Dead Boys,
Dawn Penn,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Junior Murvin,
Whodini,
Eurythmics,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare,
Tommy Roe,
Ponytail,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Duran Duran,
Yellowson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Evens,
The Golliwogs,
The Associates,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faraquet,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Names,
Los Fastidios,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.