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 Kazakhstan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Joensuu 1685 to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Nik Kershaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Simply Red,
Urselle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Subhumans,
The Smoke,
Ludus,
Public Image Ltd.,
KRS-One,
Barry Ungar,
The Blues Magoos,
Index,
Grey Daturas,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacques Brel,
Mr. Review,
Motorama,
Skaos,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Monolake,
Outsiders,
The Standells,
Second Layer,
Idris Muhammad,
Joey Negro,
Rites of Spring,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Supertramp,
Graham Central Station,
Warren Ellis,
Lower 48,
Minnie Riperton,
Joensuu 1685,
Barbara Tucker,
The Modern Lovers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronan,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare,
Marmalade,
Alphaville,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Easy Going,
Silicon Teens,
David Axelrod,
Talk Talk,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swans,
Morten Harket,
Negative Approach,
Susan Cadogan,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.