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 Macedonia and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monolake to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Masters at Work,
Essential Logic,
Soft Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Clear Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultra Naté,
Bauhaus,
Gang of Four,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David McCallum,
Junior Murvin,
T. Rex,
Janne Schatter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Piero Umiliani,
H. Thieme,
The Pop Group,
Drexciya,
cv313,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aaron Thompson,
Susan Cadogan,
Motorama,
Sex Pistols,
Black Sheep,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faraquet,
Technova,
The Residents,
Icehouse,
The Skatalites,
David Bowie,
Hardrive,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Toni Rubio,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Babytalk,
Donald Byrd,
Magazine,
X-101,
ABBA,
Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
The Vogues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Remains,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.