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 Germany and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 David Axelrod to the rock 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blancmange,
The Happenings,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quando Quango,
The Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
Loose Ends,
Wire,
LL Cool J,
Marvin Gaye,
The Wake,
Hot Snakes,
The Gladiators,
Rakim,
Ludus,
Sight & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ken Boothe,
Freddie Wadling,
Fear,
Fad Gadget,
Clear Light,
Panda Bear,
The Golliwogs,
Public Enemy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
K-Klass,
Tommy Roe,
UT,
Procol Harum,
Mandrill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television Personalities,
H. Thieme,
the Normal,
U.S. Maple,
Davy DMX,
Accadde A,
The Mojo Men,
ABC,
Hoover,
Pierre Henry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Junior Murvin,
The Offenders,
Guru Guru,
Alison Limerick,
The Pop Group,
The Five Americans,
Siglo XX,
Robert Hood,
Smog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Bananas,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.