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 Madagascar and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Neu! to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Kas Product,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sällskapet,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blancmange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reuben Wilson,
Henry Cow,
Skriet,
Camouflage,
The Selecter,
The Invisible,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Jawbox,
Ornette Coleman,
Shoche,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arthur Verocai,
Bad Manners,
Interpol,
The Techniques,
The Victims,
Roxy Music,
Pagans,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gun Club,
DNA,
The Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Surgeon,
Cybotron,
Jeff Mills,
Black Pus,
Thompson Twins,
Marmalade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-102,
Cal Tjader,
Basic Channel,
The Wake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Toasters,
Wally Richardson,
The Mummies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.