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 Poland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Little Man to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oblivians,
Joe Finger,
Au Pairs,
Con Funk Shun,
Negative Approach,
Danielle Patucci,
Supertramp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
10cc,
Joy Division,
Wolf Eyes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Remains,
The Move,
Blossom Toes,
The J.B.'s,
This Heat,
Swans,
Little Man,
Anakelly,
Barrington Levy,
Gong,
Khruangbin,
cv313,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Foxx,
Blancmange,
Roxy Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Essential Logic,
The Real Kids,
Pantaleimon,
R.M.O.,
UT,
Stereo Dub,
Royal Trux,
Joey Negro,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Age Steppers,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funkadelic,
Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Accadde A,
Archie Shepp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doors,
Sister Nancy,
Young Marble Giants,
Pierre Henry,
The Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Busters,
The Raincoats,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.