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 Niger 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Minnie Riperton,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Lynne,
EPMD,
the Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unrelated Segments,
Suicide,
The Golliwogs,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Ultravox,
Little Man,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
Mr. Review,
The Fortunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neu!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Iggy Pop,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oblivians,
Sight & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Motorama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jawbox,
Gang Starr,
Radio Birdman,
Duran Duran,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Techniques,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Symarip,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hashim,
Procol Harum,
Brick,
Max Romeo,
Blossom Toes,
Boredoms,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Basic Channel,
The Litter,
Cymande,
The Blackbyrds,
The Seeds,
Babytalk,
Quadrant,
Sound Behaviour,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Copeland,
A Certain Ratio,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.