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 Togo and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Minny Pops to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
Sparks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The New Christs,
Black Bananas,
the Bar-Kays,
Talk Talk,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Aaron Thompson,
Sister Nancy,
Faust,
The Smoke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television Personalities,
Wire,
Fat Boys,
Siglo XX,
The Doors,
Urselle,
Stetsasonic,
Black Sheep,
KRS-One,
Outsiders,
Sandy B,
The Real Kids,
Silicon Teens,
The Cramps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nico,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Fraelich,
Bluetip,
Glenn Branca,
Moby Grape,
Bronski Beat,
Lakeside,
Los Fastidios,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Modern Lovers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Massinfluence,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television,
Bootsy Collins,
Blancmange,
Severed Heads,
Tommy Roe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Von Mondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Excepter,
Mark Hollis,
Junior Murvin,
X-102,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.