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 Lebanon and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Toni Rubio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Erykah Badu,
Dave Gahan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
John Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Smog,
Bizarre Inc.,
Procol Harum,
Clear Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Sheep,
The Fugs,
The Last Poets,
Liliput,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bluetip,
Masters at Work,
Lakeside,
Jacques Brel,
Lightning Bolt,
Magma,
Talk Talk,
Graham Central Station,
Average White Band,
Spoonie Gee,
The Victims,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Hoover,
The Offenders,
Cecil Taylor,
Vainqueur,
Wings,
Pulsallama,
Albert Ayler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Rundgren,
Hot Snakes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Juan Atkins,
New Age Steppers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Martian,
Fugazi,
Darondo,
Colin Newman,
The Associates,
Alton Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Section 25,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terry Callier,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.