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 Zambia and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jimmy McGriff to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Association,
Deadbeat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nico,
Von Mondo,
EPMD,
Dual Sessions,
Section 25,
Average White Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Invisible,
The Durutti Column,
Loose Ends,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dark Day,
Crooked Eye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Simply Red,
Neil Young,
Eli Mardock,
Faust,
Black Flag,
Skriet,
AZ,
Khruangbin,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Malaria!,
Marc Almond,
Ultra Naté,
8 Eyed Spy,
The American Breed,
The Red Krayola,
Country Teasers,
JFA,
the Human League,
MDC,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
These Immortal Souls,
Stiv Bators,
Silicon Teens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Fraelich,
Absolute Body Control,
Charles Mingus,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mojo Men,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Foxx,
Ronan,
Pulsallama,
Scratch Acid,
Symarip,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.