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 Australia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Holger Czukay 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 John Foxx to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Germs,
Colin Newman,
Sarah Menescal,
Porter Ricks,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Freddie Wadling,
The Searchers,
Juan Atkins,
Harry Pussy,
One Last Wish,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dead C,
Black Sheep,
Nation of Ulysses,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funkadelic,
Mars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Foxx,
The Moody Blues,
Lower 48,
The Blues Magoos,
John Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Skaos,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Mills,
Au Pairs,
Urselle,
Franke,
The Grass Roots,
Isaac Hayes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stereo Dub,
The Skatalites,
Lebanon Hanover,
Das Ding,
Joe Finger,
Hoover,
K-Klass,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suburban Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantaleimon,
Kaleidoscope,
Magazine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kurtis Blow,
La Düsseldorf,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Popol Vuh,
Sonny Sharrock,
Davy DMX,
The Smiths,
Delta 5,
Brand Nubian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.