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 San Marino and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alison Limerick to the punk 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Cal Tjader,
Tropical Tobacco,
Freddie Wadling,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker,
Fat Boys,
Hoover,
Anakelly,
Barrington Levy,
Country Teasers,
Maurizio,
The Zeros,
The Names,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Hill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Buckinghams,
Harmonia,
Massinfluence,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Motions,
Dark Day,
The Fugs,
Cameo,
Scrapy,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Morten Harket,
Nik Kershaw,
Thompson Twins,
Mandrill,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stereo Dub,
Eve St. Jones,
New Order,
The Doors,
Young Marble Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Altered Images,
Bootsy Collins,
Lakeside,
Piero Umiliani,
Be Bop Deluxe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brass Construction,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Prince Buster,
Boredoms,
Blake Baxter,
Q65,
Boz Scaggs,
Drexciya,
Aswad,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.