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 Denmark and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Siglo XX to the grime 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Don Cherry,
Aaron Thompson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suburban Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Letta Mbulu,
Bush Tetras,
The Angels of Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Birthday Party,
Malaria!,
The Selecter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül,
Delon & Dalcan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siglo XX,
Adolescents,
Nas,
Lebanon Hanover,
China Crisis,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Half Japanese,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultra Naté,
The Dave Clark Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Rundgren,
Royal Trux,
The Evens,
Godley & Creme,
Niagra,
Leonard Cohen,
Warren Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Average White Band,
Aural Exciters,
Khruangbin,
Swans,
Gang Green,
Altered Images,
Groovy Waters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lower 48,
Newcleus,
Quando Quango,
Section 25,
Ken Boothe,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.