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 Kiribati and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the electroclash 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Babytalk,
Joe Finger,
China Crisis,
Aswad,
Cameo,
Excepter,
Arthur Verocai,
Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
Public Enemy,
Circle Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
Clear Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Moon,
Motorama,
The New Christs,
the Normal,
Bobby Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Procol Harum,
K-Klass,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Max Romeo,
Organ,
The Fuzztones,
The Associates,
H. Thieme,
The Selecter,
Alphaville,
Michelle Simonal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Young Rascals,
The Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drexciya,
Funkadelic,
Idris Muhammad,
Pierre Henry,
In Retrospect,
Moby Grape,
Flamin' Groovies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fatback Band,
Black Sheep,
Black Bananas,
The Skatalites,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Quando Quango,
DJ Style,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Slits,
Delta 5,
Bizarre Inc.,
June of 44,
Sällskapet,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.