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 Portugal and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 Mandrill to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oneida,
LL Cool J,
Bill Wells,
David Bowie,
Sandy B,
Tears for Fears,
Eurythmics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The J.B.'s,
Skriet,
Amazonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Germs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-102,
Byron Stingily,
Unrelated Segments,
Toni Rubio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Lynne,
Basic Channel,
The Stooges,
Little Man,
Rod Modell,
Nik Kershaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Newcleus,
Marc Almond,
The Invisible,
The Techniques,
Funkadelic,
Tres Demented,
Pagans,
Minny Pops,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Susan Cadogan,
cv313,
Infiniti,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Görl,
The Monks,
Heaven 17,
Half Japanese,
Deakin,
Black Sheep,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Hill,
Idris Muhammad,
DNA,
Cecil Taylor,
Guru Guru,
Bad Manners,
The Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.