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 Pakistan and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Ludus to the dance 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rites of Spring,
Half Japanese,
Dead Boys,
Magma,
The United States of America,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cal Tjader,
Deakin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lyres,
The Wake,
UT,
Public Enemy,
Camberwell Now,
The Names,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sixth Finger,
Cymande,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül II,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jawbox,
Scientists,
Ponytail,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Almond,
Rotary Connection,
Junior Murvin,
The Star Department,
Bobby Womack,
The Skatalites,
The Mojo Men,
Livin' Joy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mummies,
The Flesh Eaters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ken Boothe,
Byron Stingily,
Pagans,
The Toasters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Khruangbin,
Letta Mbulu,
Zapp,
Average White Band,
The Zeros,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hot Snakes,
The Pretty Things,
Suicide,
The Count Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.