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 Ghana and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Wasted Youth to the electroclash 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deakin,
Parry Music,
Colin Newman,
New Order,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash,
AZ,
Dennis Brown,
Fugazi,
Arab on Radar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Essential Logic,
Black Bananas,
This Heat,
Albert Ayler,
Urselle,
Quadrant,
Lyres,
Oblivians,
Rosa Yemen,
Rapeman,
Clear Light,
The Victims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Loose Ends,
kango's stein massive,
The Cramps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cure,
Audionom,
Babytalk,
Dark Day,
Bronski Beat,
Erasure,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Fania All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fela Kuti,
Toni Rubio,
Funky Four + One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
FM Einheit,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camouflage,
Japan,
Barry Ungar,
The Fall,
Aural Exciters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hardrive,
Godley & Creme,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Copeland,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.