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 Latvia and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Delon & Dalcan to the crunk 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Lindisfarne,
The Index,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Görl,
Fela Kuti,
Tom Boy,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gun Club,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heaven 17,
The Dirtbombs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lyres,
Porter Ricks,
Gang of Four,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry Gold Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Scion,
Shuggie Otis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grey Daturas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Lower 48,
The Fugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Leaves,
Ohio Players,
the Association,
The Gladiators,
Quantec,
Ultravox,
Minny Pops,
AZ,
Mary Jane Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Tim Buckley,
The Cowsills,
Jawbox,
Neu!,
Camberwell Now,
New Order,
Cameo,
Slave,
Minor Threat,
Black Sheep,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Surgeon,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.