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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Tommy Roe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marcia Griffiths,
Malaria!,
Charles Mingus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neu!,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Negative Approach,
Sun City Girls,
The Star Department,
The Velvet Underground,
Babytalk,
Clear Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Sixth Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Carl Craig,
Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
The Wake,
CMW,
Gabor Szabo,
Kurtis Blow,
John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Organ,
Johnny Clarke,
Zapp,
Parry Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Technova,
Sonic Youth,
Whodini,
Wire,
Fugazi,
Tres Demented,
Wolf Eyes,
Accadde A,
Panda Bear,
Connie Case,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stiv Bators,
The Invisible,
Second Layer,
Adolescents,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sight & Sound,
Lakeside,
Scientists,
Swans,
Yazoo,
Mark Hollis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.