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 Burkina and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Dirtbombs 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls 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?
The Toasters,
Grey Daturas,
Groovy Waters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monks,
One Last Wish,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Wyatt,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Make Up,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Metal Thangz,
Nils Olav,
The Victims,
The Young Rascals,
Hoover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Popol Vuh,
Ten City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moleskins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cecil Taylor,
Magma,
The Gun Club,
In Retrospect,
The Raincoats,
Ludus,
Technova,
X-102,
Donald Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
The Smiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jawbox,
H. Thieme,
Siglo XX,
Bad Manners,
The Fall,
Mars,
Echospace,
Quantec,
Marine Girls,
Robert Görl,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masters at Work,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Prince Buster,
Joe Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
L. Decosne,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.