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 Nigeria and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Martian to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
F. McDonald,
Sister Nancy,
Rites of Spring,
Carl Craig,
Barry Ungar,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fire Engines,
Aswad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Trojans,
Scan 7,
Ludus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Darondo,
The Fuzztones,
Rufus Thomas,
Hardrive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funkadelic,
Boredoms,
Ponytail,
Nik Kershaw,
Wally Richardson,
Funky Four + One,
Tres Demented,
Shoche,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moby Grape,
A Certain Ratio,
Deepchord,
Stereo Dub,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alison Limerick,
Soulsonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Warsaw,
Magma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers,
Ultra Naté,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Teasers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultimate Spinach,
Whodini,
Moss Icon,
The Standells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultravox,
Cymande,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.