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 Suriname and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 Saints to the disco 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry's Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smiths,
Gang Green,
Robert Görl,
Nico,
Jacques Brel,
Byron Stingily,
Supertramp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Davy DMX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Babytalk,
Severed Heads,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Barracudas,
Zero Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Subhumans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deepchord,
Radiohead,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Whodini,
Intrusion,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aswad,
Scan 7,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Fraelich,
Pylon,
Arab on Radar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young,
The Residents,
Sparks,
Bluetip,
Joy Division,
John Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Shoche,
Eyeless In Gaza,
U.S. Maple,
The Toasters,
Fluxion,
The Zeros,
Ituana,
The Tremeloes,
Roger Hodgson,
Ice-T,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.