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 Nauru and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Donald Byrd to the rock 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Machine,
The Raincoats,
48th St. Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Neu!,
Zapp,
Mr. Review,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Pus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Animal Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cymande,
Joyce Sims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swell Maps,
Maleditus Sound,
ABC,
Franke,
Joe Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
The Remains,
Liliput,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spandau Ballet,
Shuggie Otis,
the Swans,
Mandrill,
Y Pants,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Christie,
La Düsseldorf,
Tres Demented,
Lalann,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Charles Mingus,
The Velvet Underground,
Second Layer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Can,
the Association,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pussy Galore,
Glenn Branca,
Smog,
Grauzone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lyres,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Saints,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.