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 Nigeria and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Ralphi Rosario to the electroclash 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Unrelated Segments,
Second Layer,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers,
Drexciya,
Stereo Dub,
The Leaves,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gun Club,
The Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Underground Resistance,
China Crisis,
48th St. Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Massinfluence,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Bananas,
Michelle Simonal,
Shoche,
The New Christs,
Sam Rivers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Negative Approach,
Trumans Water,
Aloha Tigers,
Mandrill,
Donny Hathaway,
The Searchers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker,
Infiniti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fear,
Wire,
Fluxion,
The Motions,
Amazonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Lydon,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacques Brel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liliput,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Al Stewart,
Easy Going,
The Black Dice,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Human League,
Harmonia,
R.M.O.,
James White and The Blacks,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.