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 Bahamas and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Jerry's Kids to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Los Fastidios,
The Music Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Janne Schatter,
Arthur Verocai,
David Bowie,
Dawn Penn,
Hoover,
Youth Brigade,
PIL,
Zapp,
The Golliwogs,
Technova,
Patti Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Tears for Fears,
The Zeros,
The American Breed,
Nico,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultra Naté,
Deepchord,
Bush Tetras,
FM Einheit,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
48th St. Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Normal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Names,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ice-T,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angry Samoans,
Model 500,
Fear,
Bobby Womack,
Fela Kuti,
Pulsallama,
Jerry's Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monks,
Joe Finger,
Cymande,
Scratch Acid,
Prince Buster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick Morgan,
Michelle Simonal,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Wire,
Ituana,
Saccharine Trust,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eddi Front,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ohio Players,
Aaron Thompson,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.