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 Mauritania and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Sheep to the grunge 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rosa Yemen,
Gichy Dan,
The Blues Magoos,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
F. McDonald,
Zero Boys,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Bowie,
U.S. Maple,
Arab on Radar,
Visage,
E-Dancer,
Fad Gadget,
Flipper,
Deakin,
MDC,
Buzzcocks,
Freddie Wadling,
Index,
The Gap Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Fluxion,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare,
Brick,
Archie Shepp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ludus,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Absolute Body Control,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Normal,
New Order,
Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Wyatt,
Grauzone,
Robert Hood,
The Fuzztones,
The Tremeloes,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Holt,
Toni Rubio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cluster,
Pantaleimon,
Groovy Waters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Sheep,
The Smiths,
The Beau Brummels,
The Evens,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moody Blues,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.