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 Bangladesh and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Kerrie Biddell to the grunge 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Animal Collective,
Franke,
Aaron Thompson,
David McCallum,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Style,
Aswad,
Slick Rick,
Bauhaus,
Ten City,
Television,
Sight & Sound,
Audionom,
Fluxion,
JFA,
The Move,
The Associates,
Clear Light,
Jerry's Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Easy Going,
The Index,
Avey Tare,
Ohio Players,
China Crisis,
Hardrive,
Pylon,
Pulsallama,
Sparks,
Juan Atkins,
Pussy Galore,
kango's stein massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Techniques,
Loose Ends,
Jandek,
Sugar Minott,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gories,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Buckinghams,
Be Bop Deluxe,
E-Dancer,
Japan,
Black Bananas,
Faust,
Popol Vuh,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Colin Newman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brand Nubian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Halsall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mission of Burma,
Toni Rubio,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.