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 Nauru and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Mad Mike to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart 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?
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Wells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Archie Shepp,
Kayak,
Minor Threat,
Aloha Tigers,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moebius,
The Litter,
The Residents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marmalade,
Basic Channel,
Lucky Dragons,
Brothers Johnson,
Make Up,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Easy Going,
Jerry's Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
R.M.O.,
Alphaville,
Brick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Connie Case,
Grey Daturas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tim Buckley,
Qualms,
Gang Green,
Royal Trux,
Lou Christie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Trojans,
Oblivians,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Hill,
Tubeway Army,
kango's stein massive,
Roxy Music,
The Selecter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eli Mardock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reagan Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Ice-T,
Reuben Wilson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Grass Roots,
The Count Five,
Minny Pops,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.