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 Nepal and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Holger Czukay 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Knickerbockers,
Porter Ricks,
Jandek,
Thee Headcoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxy Music,
Neu!,
Delta 5,
F. McDonald,
Byron Stingily,
Lakeside,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dual Sessions,
EPMD,
Flipper,
The Gun Club,
Simply Red,
Amazonics,
The Gap Band,
Morten Harket,
Organ,
The Monochrome Set,
Easy Going,
Circle Jerks,
Das Ding,
Theoretical Girls,
Mandrill,
Black Pus,
June Days,
Minny Pops,
Echospace,
Basic Channel,
Erasure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Normal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Clear Light,
Faraquet,
The Motions,
Ituana,
Cheater Slicks,
Erykah Badu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül II,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultravox,
Saccharine Trust,
Alison Limerick,
Mo-Dettes,
The Busters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Remains,
Essential Logic,
The Count Five,
The Skatalites,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.