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 Fiji and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 The Birthday Party to the crunk 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun City Girls,
Jandek,
Wings,
Severed Heads,
Harmonia,
Godley & Creme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arcadia,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed,
Model 500,
The Buckinghams,
Flash Fearless,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Surgeon,
The Techniques,
Radio Birdman,
EPMD,
La Düsseldorf,
PIL,
The Names,
Sight & Sound,
Index,
Scrapy,
Kas Product,
The J.B.'s,
The Smiths,
The Star Department,
The Cowsills,
kango's stein massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Das Ding,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Young Marble Giants,
Infiniti,
Byron Stingily,
Rakim,
Skriet,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Clarke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rekid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Music Machine,
Hashim,
MDC,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Finger,
Thompson Twins,
The Barracudas,
The Angels of Light,
Moss Icon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Subhumans,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.