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 Netherlands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Essential Logic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Organ,
Masters at Work,
Man Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül,
Robert Görl,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cure,
Ultra Naté,
Popol Vuh,
the Association,
Roxy Music,
Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Lakeside,
Mo-Dettes,
Rosa Yemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Terry,
Fat Boys,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Foxx,
The Fugs,
Wire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aswad,
The Associates,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unwound,
Rapeman,
Kas Product,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Porter Ricks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shuggie Otis,
The Saints,
Boredoms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ten City,
Warsaw,
X-102,
Urselle,
Young Marble Giants,
cv313,
Whodini,
The Five Americans,
Model 500,
Sparks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mantronix,
Fad Gadget,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.