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 Korea South and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Coltrane to the jazz 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oblivians,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warsaw,
Yaz,
T.S.O.L.,
Lindisfarne,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Sherman,
Mars,
Pagans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Iggy Pop,
Morten Harket,
X-101,
The Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
John Foxx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
Grauzone,
Neu!,
Skaos,
The Cramps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
This Heat,
Althea and Donna,
Television,
Dave Gahan,
Bob Dylan,
The Slackers,
Charles Mingus,
The Skatalites,
Magma,
Public Enemy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül,
Black Bananas,
Aural Exciters,
Agent Orange,
MDC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Almond,
Quantec,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare,
Connie Case,
Panda Bear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rotary Connection,
Joy Division,
Malaria!,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.