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 Vietnam and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Idris Muhammad to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
John Holt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dead C,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Offenders,
Blancmange,
Gabor Szabo,
Minny Pops,
Adolescents,
The J.B.'s,
Pulsallama,
Chris & Cosey,
Delta 5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Porter Ricks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Moon,
Byron Stingily,
The Standells,
The Fire Engines,
World's Most,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronan,
Bang On A Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eurythmics,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
The Birthday Party,
Mr. Review,
Jacques Brel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Japan,
Franke,
Rites of Spring,
The Mojo Men,
Q and Not U,
Dave Gahan,
Ludus,
Colin Newman,
Hashim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yaz,
DJ Sneak,
K-Klass,
The Slackers,
Lightning Bolt,
Can,
Althea and Donna,
Underground Resistance,
The Misunderstood,
Drexciya,
Rhythm & Sound,
Malaria!,
Metal Thangz,
The Residents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.