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 Marshall Islands and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 MC5 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lindisfarne,
Index,
a-ha,
Mr. Review,
Section 25,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Fraelich,
Half Japanese,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jandek,
Howard Jones,
Gichy Dan,
Black Bananas,
Minor Threat,
Arab on Radar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Birthday Party,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Stetsasonic,
Roxette,
Fear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Buzzcocks,
Drexciya,
Matthew Bourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Saints,
Quantec,
Avey Tare,
Tres Demented,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric B and Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Livin' Joy,
Whodini,
The Techniques,
Shoche,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wire,
Agitation Free,
The Associates,
James White and The Blacks,
Brothers Johnson,
Niagra,
Andrew Hill,
Subhumans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Easy Going,
Moby Grape,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.