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 the UAE and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Vladislav Delay to the rock 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Parry Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Rekid,
Schoolly D,
Duran Duran,
T. Rex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gories,
Faraquet,
Model 500,
the Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Procol Harum,
Pole,
Accadde A,
Roxy Music,
The Birthday Party,
Spoonie Gee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tim Buckley,
Sparks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
Skriet,
Animal Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Yellowson,
Bad Manners,
Q65,
Slave,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Starr,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick Morgan,
Can,
Blake Baxter,
ABC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Metal Thangz,
The Fortunes,
Chrome,
F. McDonald,
Junior Murvin,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monolake,
Vladislav Delay,
Basic Channel,
Roger Hodgson,
Eddi Front,
Black Pus,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantytec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Toasters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.