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 Ivory Coast and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Star Department to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
the Normal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultra Naté,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siglo XX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vladislav Delay,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronnie Foster,
Magma,
Intrusion,
ABBA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris & Cosey,
David Bowie,
MDC,
Clear Light,
Susan Cadogan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker,
The Trojans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ice-T,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Index,
Reuben Wilson,
Depeche Mode,
Kurtis Blow,
Faraquet,
Connie Case,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Fad Gadget,
Eddi Front,
Silicon Teens,
The Birthday Party,
Technova,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Hood,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Wells,
The Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kaleidoscope,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Al Stewart,
Porter Ricks,
Albert Ayler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barrington Levy,
Moebius,
cv313,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.