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 Moldova and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Kerri Chandler,
The Kinks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gories,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slits,
The Seeds,
The Names,
Camouflage,
Thee Headcoats,
Charles Mingus,
Joensuu 1685,
Boz Scaggs,
Essential Logic,
Bronski Beat,
Gang of Four,
Animal Collective,
Jandek,
Carl Craig,
Section 25,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Al Stewart,
The Motions,
Bluetip,
the Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dark Day,
Bad Manners,
Rosa Yemen,
The Buckinghams,
Thompson Twins,
Albert Ayler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lower 48,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Birthday Party,
Barrington Levy,
Crime,
Barclay James Harvest,
Byron Stingily,
The Five Americans,
Heaven 17,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pretty Things,
Audionom,
Liliput,
Excepter,
John Lydon,
Juan Atkins,
Connie Case,
Cybotron,
Eve St. Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.