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 Djibouti and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Velvet Underground to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fortunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Eli Mardock,
The Gladiators,
Television Personalities,
Desert Stars,
The Techniques,
Metal Thangz,
Peter and Kerry,
Can,
Mars,
Ken Boothe,
Zapp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Procol Harum,
The Toasters,
Television,
Gang Green,
Cameo,
Ludus,
U.S. Maple,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Standells,
Black Sheep,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masters at Work,
Joe Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Golliwogs,
Camberwell Now,
Bob Dylan,
Joey Negro,
DNA,
Tears for Fears,
Con Funk Shun,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
Organ,
Yaz,
Hot Snakes,
Sight & Sound,
The Kinks,
Nik Kershaw,
Drexciya,
8 Eyed Spy,
Guru Guru,
The Skatalites,
The Seeds,
10cc,
Tres Demented,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
ABBA,
Spandau Ballet,
Deakin,
Susan Cadogan,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.