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 Turkey and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grime 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Maurizio,
The Sonics,
Mantronix,
Rapeman,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Christie,
Rotary Connection,
Skriet,
The Blackbyrds,
The Birthday Party,
Susan Cadogan,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Hill,
Judy Mowatt,
Lungfish,
Blancmange,
Fluxion,
Robert Wyatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Clear Light,
The Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cal Tjader,
Maleditus Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Siglo XX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Subhumans,
CMW,
Grauzone,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sugar Minott,
Piero Umiliani,
Urselle,
R.M.O.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New York Dolls,
Hashim,
Buzzcocks,
Kayak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Black Dice,
Niagra,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Skatalites,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Lynne,
The Leaves,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.