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 Slovakia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Q and Not U to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare,
Joe Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
Juan Atkins,
Siglo XX,
Pussy Galore,
Echospace,
Massinfluence,
The Stooges,
The Young Rascals,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed,
The Litter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minutemen,
John Foxx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moss Icon,
The Mojo Men,
Soulsonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
Zero Boys,
Sun City Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Intrusion,
Cheater Slicks,
Grey Daturas,
X-Ray Spex,
Saccharine Trust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oneida,
Yellowson,
Stereo Dub,
Deakin,
Sight & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June of 44,
Amazonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donald Byrd,
Minor Threat,
China Crisis,
Bauhaus,
MDC,
the Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Television Personalities,
Royal Trux,
The Wake,
Flash Fearless,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arab on Radar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boredoms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aswad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.