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 Vanuatu and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 Zero Boys to the rap 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
CMW,
The Blues Magoos,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young,
Roxette,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magazine,
the Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Techniques,
Pole,
Banda Bassotti,
X-Ray Spex,
Scratch Acid,
Groovy Waters,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Selecter,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slackers,
ABC,
F. McDonald,
John Cale,
The Cure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Franke,
Joyce Sims,
The Index,
Ultravox,
Ronnie Foster,
X-102,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Patti Smith,
Fatback Band,
The Moleskins,
Sparks,
Hasil Adkins,
Monolake,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marvin Gaye,
Babytalk,
DJ Style,
The Tremeloes,
The Cowsills,
Moebius,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dead C,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Clarke,
the Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.