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 Guatemala 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Sisters of Mercy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Hardrive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crooked Eye,
Godley & Creme,
Albert Ayler,
Alice Coltrane,
Ten City,
The Litter,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Sherman,
Agitation Free,
Deakin,
Tommy Roe,
Radiohead,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fatback Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ituana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick Morgan,
Lindisfarne,
Quadrant,
Cymande,
The Remains,
Chrome,
Livin' Joy,
The Techniques,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joy Division,
The Grass Roots,
Con Funk Shun,
Young Marble Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lungfish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
EPMD,
The Young Rascals,
Stetsasonic,
Alton Ellis,
Accadde A,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultra Naté,
Mantronix,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ponytail,
Steve Hackett,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.