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 Vietnam and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Joey Negro,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Silicon Teens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radio Birdman,
Joy Division,
Lungfish,
Shuggie Otis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Pus,
Surgeon,
Supertramp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Franke,
the Germs,
Fad Gadget,
Roger Hodgson,
Rapeman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Infiniti,
Ornette Coleman,
The Star Department,
Wally Richardson,
The Dirtbombs,
Drexciya,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Terry Callier,
The Leaves,
Swell Maps,
Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Shadows of Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
The Stooges,
DJ Style,
Iggy Pop,
The Mojo Men,
Gang of Four,
Maleditus Sound,
Camouflage,
Pussy Galore,
Kool Moe Dee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacob Miller,
June Days,
The Neon Judgement,
Whodini,
Crime,
Royal Trux,
Marvin Gaye,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott Heron,
Davy DMX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.