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 Lesotho and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Rapeman to the crunk 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
Average White Band,
This Heat,
Bang On A Can,
John Lydon,
the Association,
Symarip,
Shoche,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suicide,
Malaria!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Angels of Light,
Dawn Penn,
cv313,
Guru Guru,
Stockholm Monsters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Yellowson,
Deakin,
Peter and Kerry,
Bronski Beat,
The Wake,
Hardrive,
Mantronix,
Yazoo,
The Motions,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Silicon Teens,
Porter Ricks,
U.S. Maple,
Hasil Adkins,
Eddi Front,
The New Christs,
Half Japanese,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers,
Darondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fela Kuti,
The Invisible,
John Holt,
Dennis Brown,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Babytalk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tears for Fears,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minny Pops,
Technova,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.