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 Tajikistan and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Henry Cow to the electroclash 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deadbeat,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cal Tjader,
June of 44,
Joe Smooth,
The Doors,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Sheep,
Severed Heads,
Malaria!,
Spoonie Gee,
Aswad,
Saccharine Trust,
Skriet,
Pussy Galore,
Hoover,
Chris & Cosey,
CMW,
Joe Finger,
Ultra Naté,
Rod Modell,
Royal Trux,
The Wake,
Zero Boys,
Dennis Brown,
China Crisis,
New Order,
Procol Harum,
U.S. Maple,
Panda Bear,
Magma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minutemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MDC,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick May,
Alphaville,
The Fuzztones,
The Buckinghams,
Josef K,
Dawn Penn,
Symarip,
Minor Threat,
Steve Hackett,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smoke,
Buzzcocks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Vogues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Black Dice,
The Pop Group,
Ronnie Foster,
Qualms,
Thee Headcoats,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.