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 St Lucia and from Jakarta.
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 Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 The Count Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
B.T. Express,
Reuben Wilson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Barracudas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yazoo,
the Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Patti Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faust,
Grey Daturas,
Aaron Thompson,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ohio Players,
Fad Gadget,
One Last Wish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barclay James Harvest,
In Retrospect,
Derrick Morgan,
the Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Jerry's Kids,
Joey Negro,
The Blues Magoos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Copeland,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Germs,
Pussy Galore,
Young Marble Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soulsonic Force,
Desert Stars,
F. McDonald,
China Crisis,
Eurythmics,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Depeche Mode,
The Toasters,
Harry Pussy,
Flipper,
Pagans,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Techniques,
Soul Sonic Force,
H. Thieme,
Severed Heads,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.