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 Colombia and from Lagos.
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 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 Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the techno 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Qualms,
Robert Hood,
The Gladiators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Desert Stars,
The Birthday Party,
K-Klass,
Eve St. Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
The Golliwogs,
Zero Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Lyres,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
The Martian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Youth Brigade,
Con Funk Shun,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Zeros,
Das Ding,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
the Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brand Nubian,
The Litter,
Bob Dylan,
Cluster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thee Headcoats,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Görl,
This Heat,
Malaria!,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Fraelich,
L. Decosne,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Main Source,
Lou Reed,
Eurythmics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Boogie Down Productions,
MC5,
New Order,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Sparks,
the Soft Cell,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.