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 Liechtenstein and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Michelle Simonal to the dance 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C 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?
The Wake,
DJ Sneak,
L. Decosne,
Eddi Front,
Lebanon Hanover,
Connie Case,
Das Ding,
China Crisis,
Silicon Teens,
The Names,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-Ray Spex,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nik Kershaw,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Motions,
Radiohead,
Davy DMX,
The Black Dice,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sight & Sound,
Rekid,
Fad Gadget,
Al Stewart,
Stereo Dub,
ABC,
The Pretty Things,
Joensuu 1685,
X-101,
Circle Jerks,
Q and Not U,
Arthur Verocai,
Aural Exciters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sonics,
Gong,
Black Moon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalann,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The New Christs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Clarke,
John Cale,
Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
Oneida,
The Count Five,
Spandau Ballet,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.