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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Ken Boothe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Gabor Szabo,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra,
Bill Near,
Tubeway Army,
the Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wasted Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
In Retrospect,
Ten City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
48th St. Collective,
The Smiths,
Hoover,
World's Most,
Scion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Byrd,
The Black Dice,
Lower 48,
Hot Snakes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sister Nancy,
Scratch Acid,
Al Stewart,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Malaria!,
Matthew Bourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Barracudas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kaleidoscope,
8 Eyed Spy,
Basic Channel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oblivians,
Cymande,
Ituana,
Lyres,
The Pop Group,
JFA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
Scan 7,
Crooked Eye,
The Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Zapp,
Urselle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
This Heat,
the Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.