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 China and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Sound Behaviour 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angry Samoans,
The Offenders,
The Raincoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stetsasonic,
Quantec,
Interpol,
Scion,
KRS-One,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harmonia,
Monolake,
Cameo,
Joey Negro,
Lakeside,
Rotary Connection,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker,
the Germs,
Ituana,
Joy Division,
Parry Music,
Jacques Brel,
Gichy Dan,
Cluster,
Au Pairs,
kango's stein massive,
Groovy Waters,
Morten Harket,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moebius,
Ken Boothe,
Cymande,
The Zeros,
the Normal,
Aural Exciters,
Girls At Our Best!,
B.T. Express,
Soft Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
The Tremeloes,
Outsiders,
Little Man,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Crime,
New Order,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul II Soul,
Radiopuhelimet,
Con Funk Shun,
E-Dancer,
cv313,
Michelle Simonal,
Rapeman,
The Selecter,
Charles Mingus,
Duran Duran,
Bill Near,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.