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 Haiti and from London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Los Fastidios to the rock 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Todd Terry,
F. McDonald,
World's Most,
Symarip,
Gichy Dan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alison Limerick,
Nirvana,
Minnie Riperton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Suburban Knight,
Albert Ayler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Leaves,
D'Angelo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drive Like Jehu,
Malaria!,
X-101,
FM Einheit,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crooked Eye,
Kas Product,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blues Magoos,
Nils Olav,
Rakim,
Ludus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rites of Spring,
Yazoo,
The Associates,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Newcleus,
Grauzone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agitation Free,
Ossler,
The Count Five,
Ken Boothe,
Bronski Beat,
Minor Threat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.