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 Comoros and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Bobby Byrd to the techno 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Machine,
MDC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Finger,
the Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Dead Boys,
The Techniques,
K-Klass,
Jimmy McGriff,
L. Decosne,
Robert Görl,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Raincoats,
Marc Almond,
Eric Dolphy,
E-Dancer,
Joy Division,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deadbeat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
The Victims,
Bobby Sherman,
Arthur Verocai,
Rufus Thomas,
Mandrill,
Main Source,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faust,
The Names,
The Real Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Newcleus,
Pantytec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Angels of Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kaleidoscope,
Junior Murvin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eden Ahbez,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang of Four,
Marvin Gaye,
The Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bronski Beat,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.