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 Grenada and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Josef K,
Deepchord,
PIL,
The Tremeloes,
Technova,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joy Division,
The Walker Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Residents,
Stiv Bators,
John Lydon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Invisible,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang On A Can,
Audionom,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Association,
Bush Tetras,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suburban Knight,
Television,
Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Visage,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moody Blues,
Cluster,
Minnie Riperton,
Throbbing Gristle,
Toni Rubio,
Excepter,
Oneida,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Barracudas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
E-Dancer,
Barbara Tucker,
Terry Callier,
Piero Umiliani,
cv313,
A Certain Ratio,
The Velvet Underground,
UT,
Sandy B,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash,
June Days,
Main Source,
Chrome,
Infiniti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.