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 Kuwait and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the punk 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Quando Quango,
Altered Images,
Brick,
The Gories,
Lakeside,
June Days,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shoche,
Nation of Ulysses,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young,
Susan Cadogan,
Con Funk Shun,
the Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlback,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Green,
Magazine,
Niagra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Kinks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Angels of Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Mark Hollis,
Procol Harum,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boz Scaggs,
The Residents,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smiths,
LL Cool J,
Metal Thangz,
The Raincoats,
Whodini,
The Seeds,
Wire,
Jawbox,
Loose Ends,
The Detroit Cobras,
Carl Craig,
Peter & Gordon,
Steve Hackett,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Womack,
U.S. Maple,
Barrington Levy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The New Christs,
Symarip,
The Names,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.