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 Poland and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 The Associates to the dance 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren 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?
The Pretty Things,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Arcadia,
Television,
Neu!,
Sun City Girls,
Guru Guru,
Skarface,
Grey Daturas,
The Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sight & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Finger,
F. McDonald,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Five Americans,
Oneida,
The New Christs,
Howard Jones,
L. Decosne,
Quantec,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pylon,
The Seeds,
Swans,
Panda Bear,
Japan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New York Dolls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Porter Ricks,
The Misunderstood,
Popol Vuh,
Ten City,
Eden Ahbez,
Second Layer,
Kayak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalann,
Jerry's Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soulsonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Marine Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Sneak,
Groovy Waters,
Make Up,
June Days,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.