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 Belgium and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Qualms to the grunge 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Dark Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Style,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Christie,
Duran Duran,
Tommy Roe,
Michelle Simonal,
Tears for Fears,
The Flesh Eaters,
Judy Mowatt,
Bauhaus,
The J.B.'s,
David Bowie,
Barclay James Harvest,
L. Decosne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monolake,
Warsaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rufus Thomas,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Laurel Aitken,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mantronix,
Donald Byrd,
Altered Images,
Parry Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faust,
Iggy Pop,
Tomorrow,
John Cale,
The Names,
Popol Vuh,
Television,
Vainqueur,
Black Moon,
Slick Rick,
Gichy Dan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maurizio,
Peter & Gordon,
Stiv Bators,
Ken Boothe,
OOIOO,
Johnny Clarke,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.