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 Angola and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Half Japanese,
Panda Bear,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gladiators,
Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cowsills,
Black Bananas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sonics,
The Cramps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Quantec,
X-101,
Pole,
Laurel Aitken,
Joey Negro,
Cymande,
Public Image Ltd.,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gun Club,
John Foxx,
Can,
the Germs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Loose Ends,
Aural Exciters,
Pylon,
Public Enemy,
Kenny Larkin,
Q65,
Groovy Waters,
Smog,
Accadde A,
The Last Poets,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moebius,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Hill,
The Vogues,
The Searchers,
Scratch Acid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gabor Szabo,
Magma,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun City Girls,
Grauzone,
Outsiders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Howard Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Youth Brigade,
Grey Daturas,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.