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 Afghanistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Inner City to the grunge 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Livin' Joy,
Connie Case,
Alphaville,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
KRS-One,
The Fall,
Neil Young,
Soft Machine,
The New Christs,
The Doors,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacques Brel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Throbbing Gristle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Hill,
Procol Harum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camberwell Now,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Barracudas,
Erasure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Raincoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Offenders,
Yellowson,
The Leaves,
Wire,
Japan,
Essential Logic,
Urselle,
Althea and Donna,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bizarre Inc.,
Basic Channel,
Arcadia,
Steve Hackett,
Chrome,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Bourne,
The Evens,
Scrapy,
Blancmange,
Bootsy Collins,
Alice Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gun Club,
Robert Wyatt,
Youth Brigade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Don Cherry,
Letta Mbulu,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Copeland,
Arthur Verocai,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.