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 Estonia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Dead Boys to the grunge 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Nils Olav,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-101,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Skatalites,
Au Pairs,
Sight & Sound,
The Moleskins,
K-Klass,
The Trojans,
Radio Birdman,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eddi Front,
Clear Light,
Lucky Dragons,
Hashim,
Dawn Penn,
Charles Mingus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Parrish,
The Smoke,
David McCallum,
Sandy B,
The Invisible,
the Germs,
Jandek,
Mission of Burma,
Funky Four + One,
Kenny Larkin,
Mr. Review,
Unrelated Segments,
Aaron Thompson,
Los Fastidios,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scientists,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Make Up,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed,
Massinfluence,
Quando Quango,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bluetip,
The Real Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Sound Behaviour,
Nik Kershaw,
Silicon Teens,
Sister Nancy,
Warren Ellis,
Interpol,
Crime,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.