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 Syria and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jerry's Kids to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Black Pus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Clear Light,
The Moody Blues,
Swell Maps,
Make Up,
John Foxx,
Tim Buckley,
New Age Steppers,
X-Ray Spex,
Subhumans,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Germs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crime,
Sound Behaviour,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liliput,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Procol Harum,
Soulsonic Force,
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock,
UT,
Deakin,
Amon Düül II,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Mills,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Stooges,
Robert Hood,
Darondo,
The Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pylon,
Gichy Dan,
The Birthday Party,
The Misunderstood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiohead,
Boogie Down Productions,
a-ha,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Qualms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heaven 17,
Absolute Body Control,
Nirvana,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris Corsano,
Maleditus Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronan,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.