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 Estonia and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 June of 44 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Arthur Verocai,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
AZ,
The Birthday Party,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blues Magoos,
New York Dolls,
Babytalk,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Count Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Negative Approach,
Outsiders,
Mo-Dettes,
Heaven 17,
The Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stereo Dub,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slackers,
The Buckinghams,
Black Pus,
The Kinks,
Sonic Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Urselle,
Porter Ricks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Essential Logic,
The Fall,
Lightning Bolt,
The Raincoats,
ABBA,
The Blackbyrds,
Kas Product,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Model 500,
Thompson Twins,
Dawn Penn,
Grey Daturas,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
Dead Boys,
Rod Modell,
The Smoke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Niagra,
The J.B.'s,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Vogues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.