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 Mauritius and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Tremeloes to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Yazoo,
Excepter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Association,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Severed Heads,
K-Klass,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Symarip,
Arthur Verocai,
Adolescents,
Johnny Clarke,
Suicide,
The Gap Band,
The Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Black Dice,
Rufus Thomas,
The Five Americans,
Sällskapet,
Don Cherry,
Moss Icon,
Radio Birdman,
Mr. Review,
Silicon Teens,
The Doors,
Freddie Wadling,
Barrington Levy,
Japan,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Hood,
Lower 48,
Average White Band,
Niagra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The New Christs,
JFA,
Man Parrish,
Connie Case,
Tears for Fears,
Franke,
Swans,
Derrick May,
Oneida,
Barbara Tucker,
Hardrive,
The Selecter,
Nick Fraelich,
The Evens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Junior Murvin,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.