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 Kyrgyzstan and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Saints to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Invisible,
Cluster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Porter Ricks,
Chris Corsano,
Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Public Enemy,
Model 500,
Anthony Braxton,
The Last Poets,
CMW,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fugazi,
Bob Dylan,
The J.B.'s,
Pylon,
Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Panda Bear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Birthday Party,
The Music Machine,
The Searchers,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Lydon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zero Boys,
Ultravox,
the Normal,
The Smiths,
Terry Callier,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Womack,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fela Kuti,
Moby Grape,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Average White Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Connie Case,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Guru Guru,
The Velvet Underground,
Prince Buster,
Danielle Patucci,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Second Layer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mo-Dettes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alphaville,
Crime,
The Slits,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.