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 Equatorial Guinea and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Monks to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Bang On A Can,
Adolescents,
Carl Craig,
Q65,
The Selecter,
Slick Rick,
Robert Hood,
One Last Wish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
the Germs,
Anthony Braxton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Max Romeo,
The Cowsills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rotary Connection,
Young Marble Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cramps,
Cheater Slicks,
Brass Construction,
Von Mondo,
The Vogues,
Peter and Kerry,
Ornette Coleman,
Rekid,
Glenn Branca,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siglo XX,
the Slits,
Fluxion,
Faust,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers,
F. McDonald,
Loose Ends,
Ken Boothe,
The Blackbyrds,
Das Ding,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Finger,
The Move,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
D'Angelo,
PIL,
The Red Krayola,
Ultravox,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.