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 Sri Lanka and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Offenders,
The Remains,
Cal Tjader,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Connie Case,
Ronan,
Pole,
Quadrant,
June of 44,
Outsiders,
Pagans,
Eric Dolphy,
The Young Rascals,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Cure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Procol Harum,
Lou Christie,
The Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Half Japanese,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oneida,
Dead Boys,
The Smoke,
The Neon Judgement,
The J.B.'s,
KRS-One,
The Kinks,
Aural Exciters,
The Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Faraquet,
Bob Dylan,
Rod Modell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fluxion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dawn Penn,
The Black Dice,
Graham Central Station,
Mandrill,
Kenny Larkin,
Moebius,
K-Klass,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Hood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yaz,
Derrick May,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.