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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 David Bowie 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 Idris Muhammad to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Neon Judgement,
Yazoo,
Quadrant,
Henry Cow,
The Knickerbockers,
The Residents,
Boredoms,
Donny Hathaway,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Flag,
Aloha Tigers,
Pylon,
The Index,
Fatback Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heaven 17,
Joy Division,
The Names,
DJ Style,
Eyeless In Gaza,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Con Funk Shun,
The Offenders,
The Fugs,
The Zeros,
H. Thieme,
Neu!,
The Grass Roots,
Adolescents,
Camouflage,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Hood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dennis Brown,
Skarface,
Pantaleimon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Patti Smith,
Colin Newman,
MC5,
Stiv Bators,
Hoover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bluetip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonic Youth,
R.M.O.,
Barrington Levy,
The American Breed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Marine Girls,
The Pop Group,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suburban Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.