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 Niger and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Eve St. Jones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Siglo XX,
The Durutti Column,
Scion,
Cal Tjader,
Unwound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glenn Branca,
Sonic Youth,
The Fugs,
Negative Approach,
The New Christs,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Wyatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fluxion,
Minor Threat,
John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
Tubeway Army,
Bush Tetras,
the Germs,
Fat Boys,
Funkadelic,
Funky Four + One,
Television Personalities,
Skaos,
Q65,
Crash Course in Science,
the Human League,
Rekid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gories,
the Sonics,
Main Source,
The Evens,
Severed Heads,
Sandy B,
Pussy Galore,
The Doors,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Human League,
The Black Dice,
Reagan Youth,
The Dead C,
Minny Pops,
Barrington Levy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Altered Images,
Bill Near,
The Red Krayola,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Mark Hollis,
Brand Nubian,
Eli Mardock,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.