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 Tanzania and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Blake Baxter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Public Enemy,
These Immortal Souls,
James White and The Blacks,
Deakin,
World's Most,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare,
The Mojo Men,
Hoover,
Brick,
The Mummies,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pole,
Icehouse,
Man Parrish,
Maurizio,
Hardrive,
Eric Copeland,
Liliput,
John Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
PIL,
Pagans,
Symarip,
The Gun Club,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ponytail,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swans,
China Crisis,
The Gories,
Carl Craig,
New York Dolls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Animal Collective,
Country Teasers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Prince Buster,
Oneida,
Throbbing Gristle,
Whodini,
Black Sheep,
Ken Boothe,
Agitation Free,
Massinfluence,
David Bowie,
June Days,
Soft Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yazoo,
Jacques Brel,
the Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doors,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.