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 Honduras and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hashim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Loose Ends,
Kurtis Blow,
Shoche,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Halsall,
Rites of Spring,
B.T. Express,
Rapeman,
The Smiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chrome,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Alison Limerick,
Television Personalities,
New York Dolls,
Technova,
kango's stein massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Average White Band,
The Wake,
Mandrill,
The Golliwogs,
Byron Stingily,
X-101,
Black Flag,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Standells,
Fat Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric B and Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
Altered Images,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camberwell Now,
E-Dancer,
The Fall,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Fania All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Depeche Mode,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare,
Stetsasonic,
Moss Icon,
The Fugs,
New Order,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brick,
Minny Pops,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maleditus Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
PIL,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.