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 Sudan and from New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Mission of Burma to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Mad Mike,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anthony Braxton,
Los Fastidios,
June of 44,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Niagra,
Lou Christie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Byrd,
The Litter,
Oblivians,
The Last Poets,
La Düsseldorf,
The Star Department,
Skaos,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Walker Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Bob Dylan,
Hardrive,
Black Moon,
Jacques Brel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Clarke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Connie Case,
Scion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Buckinghams,
EPMD,
Godley & Creme,
Ornette Coleman,
Michelle Simonal,
Arab on Radar,
Altered Images,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Can,
Grey Daturas,
Q and Not U,
The Cramps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pole,
The Modern Lovers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The J.B.'s,
Roger Hodgson,
Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.