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 Cyprus and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 The Golliwogs to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Skriet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dark Day,
PIL,
Intrusion,
Symarip,
Lindisfarne,
Alice Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Drexciya,
The Kinks,
Cymande,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fluxion,
Rosa Yemen,
Terry Callier,
Rufus Thomas,
Morten Harket,
Chris & Cosey,
Excepter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Severed Heads,
Youth Brigade,
X-Ray Spex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brothers Johnson,
Reagan Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
World's Most,
Lou Christie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boredoms,
Unrelated Segments,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joensuu 1685,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maurizio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faraquet,
48th St. Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Yusef Lateef,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wally Richardson,
Animal Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.