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 Italy and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 Soft Machine to the crunk 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Althea and Donna,
Liliput,
Kerri Chandler,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Crash Course in Science,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Mark Hollis,
the Germs,
Soul II Soul,
Brass Construction,
Goldenarms,
the Normal,
The Golliwogs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Davy DMX,
Nation of Ulysses,
Junior Murvin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fugs,
Sandy B,
Bootsy Collins,
B.T. Express,
The Buckinghams,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultravox,
UT,
Slick Rick,
The Raincoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Piero Umiliani,
Deadbeat,
Gang of Four,
The Dead C,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tom Boy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Ludus,
Easy Going,
The Skatalites,
These Immortal Souls,
Nils Olav,
Tres Demented,
Marmalade,
Rekid,
The Smoke,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fortunes,
Parry Music,
Nick Fraelich,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.