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 Mexico and from New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the techno 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Unwound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantytec,
Quando Quango,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slave,
Piero Umiliani,
Negative Approach,
the Normal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hoover,
The Birthday Party,
the Germs,
Robert Hood,
Quadrant,
Public Enemy,
Make Up,
Arthur Verocai,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Metal Thangz,
The Modern Lovers,
The Kinks,
The Divine Comedy,
the Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Excepter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Cybotron,
Wire,
T. Rex,
Wasted Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Toasters,
Eden Ahbez,
Stiv Bators,
R.M.O.,
Underground Resistance,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Sneak,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Motions,
The Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Section 25,
Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monolake,
The Move,
Surgeon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Popol Vuh,
The Fortunes,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.