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 Syria and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 James White and The Blacks to the dance 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
CMW,
Buzzcocks,
Hasil Adkins,
UT,
Brothers Johnson,
Pylon,
Young Marble Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magazine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fall,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Count Five,
Oblivians,
Youth Brigade,
The Move,
Scott Walker,
Grey Daturas,
Hashim,
Parry Music,
Arab on Radar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Judy Mowatt,
Organ,
The Trojans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monolake,
The Leaves,
Janne Schatter,
Blancmange,
Kool Moe Dee,
The United States of America,
The Cowsills,
Charles Mingus,
Pulsallama,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
The Skatalites,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tom Boy,
World's Most,
the Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed,
Angry Samoans,
Basic Channel,
Steve Hackett,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reagan Youth,
Skarface,
Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
KRS-One,
Ten City,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.