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 Kenya and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Altered Images to the crunk 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grey Daturas,
Ten City,
Fear,
Flash Fearless,
Y Pants,
Amazonics,
FM Einheit,
L. Decosne,
Niagra,
Lindisfarne,
Harry Pussy,
Technova,
Rites of Spring,
Spoonie Gee,
Gong,
The Zeros,
Althea and Donna,
MC5,
The Angels of Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Enemy,
David Axelrod,
Cybotron,
Scion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
Bang On A Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Skriet,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moebius,
The Gladiators,
Radiohead,
Arab on Radar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Style,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris Corsano,
Fela Kuti,
The Neon Judgement,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lucky Dragons,
Franke,
Robert Wyatt,
Basic Channel,
Easy Going,
Junior Murvin,
Main Source,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Goldenarms,
Quando Quango,
Con Funk Shun,
the Slits,
Oneida,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.