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 Iraq and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 the Bar-Kays to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Motions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Curtis Mayfield,
Y Pants,
Spoonie Gee,
Sparks,
Unrelated Segments,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marine Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Don Cherry,
Deepchord,
Toni Rubio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Moon,
Blancmange,
Bizarre Inc.,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Circle Jerks,
Neu!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare,
David McCallum,
ABBA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Clarke,
Mad Mike,
Banda Bassotti,
Davy DMX,
Brand Nubian,
Ohio Players,
Saccharine Trust,
Shuggie Otis,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul II Soul,
Urselle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Görl,
The Fall,
Sandy B,
Con Funk Shun,
the Bar-Kays,
Nils Olav,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The New Christs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siglo XX,
Minor Threat,
Harry Pussy,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Near,
Archie Shepp,
The Black Dice,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.