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 Armenia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Unrelated Segments to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
the Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
FM Einheit,
Harry Pussy,
Morten Harket,
Monks,
Intrusion,
Lakeside,
The Happenings,
Sun City Girls,
The Slits,
Sandy B,
Motorama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gories,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Excepter,
Pole,
Dave Gahan,
Danielle Patucci,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pop Group,
Bobbi Humphrey,
UT,
Alton Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fuzztones,
Niagra,
Ultra Naté,
The Monochrome Set,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yellowson,
Siglo XX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cameo,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick May,
Public Enemy,
Skriet,
Supertramp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Starr,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sam Rivers,
The Black Dice,
Moby Grape,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Halsall,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.