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 Cyprus and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crooked Eye to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Buckinghams,
Wire,
Interpol,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The United States of America,
Mo-Dettes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Vogues,
June Days,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Morten Harket,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Youth Brigade,
The Kinks,
Derrick May,
Alton Ellis,
Smog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flipper,
Kayak,
Rod Modell,
Rites of Spring,
H. Thieme,
Excepter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ten City,
Yazoo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra,
Howard Jones,
the Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
Hot Snakes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dead Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
The Searchers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
Spandau Ballet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q65,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pop Group,
Los Fastidios,
The Dead C,
cv313,
Charles Mingus,
Black Pus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agitation Free,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.