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 Philippines and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fluxion to the punk 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Country Teasers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
the Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Mars,
Scan 7,
Michelle Simonal,
Lightning Bolt,
Laurel Aitken,
Rites of Spring,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Soft Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arcadia,
Sällskapet,
Iggy Pop,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quantec,
Matthew Halsall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aloha Tigers,
Sight & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Visage,
The Victims,
The Slackers,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
In Retrospect,
Au Pairs,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerri Chandler,
Audionom,
Throbbing Gristle,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deadbeat,
John Cale,
The Standells,
Theoretical Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alphaville,
Inner City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fear,
Crispian St. Peters,
These Immortal Souls,
Magma,
The Flesh Eaters,
Leonard Cohen,
Dennis Brown,
K-Klass,
The New Christs,
Clear Light,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.