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 Tanzania and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 X-101 to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Names,
Khruangbin,
Fugazi,
The Trojans,
Marine Girls,
Goldenarms,
Lou Christie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Stooges,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harry Pussy,
Drexciya,
Spandau Ballet,
Q65,
Andrew Hill,
The Barracudas,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Dolphy,
The Neon Judgement,
Pussy Galore,
Jawbox,
Scrapy,
Half Japanese,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Wells,
Susan Cadogan,
Chrome,
Frankie Knuckles,
EPMD,
Warsaw,
Make Up,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mo-Dettes,
Kenny Larkin,
Stiv Bators,
The United States of America,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy Collins,
Tim Buckley,
Wally Richardson,
Deakin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tres Demented,
Swell Maps,
Qualms,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Panda Bear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lightning Bolt,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare,
The Smiths,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.