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 United States and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 Boredoms to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Jawbox,
Easy Going,
Patti Smith,
Boredoms,
L. Decosne,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Normal,
Scientists,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonic Youth,
The Slackers,
Section 25,
K-Klass,
Eve St. Jones,
Terry Callier,
China Crisis,
Aural Exciters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül,
Josef K,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Remains,
Dark Day,
Suicide,
Soulsonic Force,
Joey Negro,
This Heat,
Wolf Eyes,
Bluetip,
Angry Samoans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warren Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Sun City Girls,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash,
Theoretical Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fortunes,
Jacques Brel,
Faraquet,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magma,
Smog,
Fear,
Fluxion,
Rufus Thomas,
New Age Steppers,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.