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 Dominican Republic and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 Yusef Lateef to the techno 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lyres,
The Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Minny Pops,
Boredoms,
Janne Schatter,
Quantec,
The Dirtbombs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marine Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neu!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül,
Pantaleimon,
Zapp,
Motorama,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Icehouse,
Hashim,
Model 500,
Dark Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bronski Beat,
Maurizio,
Little Man,
Rotary Connection,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Piero Umiliani,
Cymande,
Crash Course in Science,
Fat Boys,
Rapeman,
Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Donald Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Interpol,
Clear Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delon & Dalcan,
Second Layer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monochrome Set,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Seeds,
Terry Callier,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sam Rivers,
Black Moon,
Scion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Holt,
Section 25,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.