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 Bulgaria and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott Heron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Radiohead,
Amazonics,
Panda Bear,
Junior Murvin,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Normal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ten City,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Association,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ossler,
Model 500,
The Five Americans,
Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Görl,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yellowson,
Newcleus,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mojo Men,
The Invisible,
PIL,
Ronan,
The Remains,
The Cure,
Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Swans,
FM Einheit,
Aswad,
The Selecter,
Livin' Joy,
UT,
The J.B.'s,
X-102,
OOIOO,
The Dirtbombs,
Vladislav Delay,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cal Tjader,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Kenny Larkin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gap Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Morten Harket,
The Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cowsills,
Dennis Brown,
R.M.O.,
Bauhaus,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.