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 Kiribati and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Black Sheep to the techno 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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anakelly,
World's Most,
Lyres,
Schoolly D,
Section 25,
Roxette,
Minutemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Con Funk Shun,
Lightning Bolt,
Zapp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Clear Light,
Nirvana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Halsall,
Can,
Fatback Band,
Lower 48,
Public Enemy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ituana,
Lou Reed,
These Immortal Souls,
Faraquet,
Bang On A Can,
Make Up,
Barclay James Harvest,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Silicon Teens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
This Heat,
Cluster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joy Division,
Liliput,
The Fugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Massinfluence,
Television,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Iggy Pop,
L. Decosne,
The Divine Comedy,
The Evens,
The United States of America,
Excepter,
The Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Five Americans,
The J.B.'s,
The Slackers,
MDC,
Sällskapet,
Brothers Johnson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.