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 Sierra Leone and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Anakelly to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Offenders,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cluster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Wyatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Guru Guru,
China Crisis,
The Fortunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quantec,
Moss Icon,
Lower 48,
Khruangbin,
Michelle Simonal,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Infiniti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Sneak,
Television,
Sällskapet,
Make Up,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camouflage,
Marvin Gaye,
Newcleus,
Visage,
Brand Nubian,
DNA,
Swans,
Terry Callier,
Royal Trux,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Clarke,
The Buckinghams,
The Black Dice,
Eddi Front,
Robert Görl,
Erykah Badu,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Section 25,
Deakin,
The Durutti Column,
Harmonia,
Stetsasonic,
The Motions,
Quadrant,
The Moleskins,
Tommy Roe,
The Stooges,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.