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 Uzbekistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Tres Demented to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
John Cale,
Accadde A,
Bronski Beat,
Godley & Creme,
Faraquet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cybotron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pierre Henry,
Pantaleimon,
Panda Bear,
Aural Exciters,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Mills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Janne Schatter,
The Victims,
Sex Pistols,
Q and Not U,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Clear Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Jawbox,
Soulsonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Reagan Youth,
Agent Orange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arthur Verocai,
Q65,
Con Funk Shun,
Buzzcocks,
Darondo,
R.M.O.,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blackbyrds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vainqueur,
The Stooges,
The Evens,
Robert Wyatt,
The Red Krayola,
This Heat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
The Sound,
Carl Craig,
The Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
EPMD,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül II,
Section 25,
Easy Going,
Eli Mardock,
Bang On A Can,
Interpol,
Ituana,
Lindisfarne,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.