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 Colombia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Selecter to the rap 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Hoover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neu!,
Joensuu 1685,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Happenings,
Crime,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang of Four,
Ken Boothe,
Goldenarms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Detroit Cobras,
Charles Mingus,
Josef K,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ludus,
DJ Sneak,
Shuggie Otis,
Rosa Yemen,
Echospace,
The Residents,
Rod Modell,
The American Breed,
Black Flag,
kango's stein massive,
Zapp,
Amazonics,
Mars,
Khruangbin,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül,
Alton Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Bananas,
Pierre Henry,
Deadbeat,
Guru Guru,
Rapeman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronan,
Black Moon,
The Victims,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-102,
Fela Kuti,
Quando Quango,
Siglo XX,
The Smiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Halsall,
The Vogues,
The New Christs,
The Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Whodini,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.