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 Jordan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Kas Product to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Intrusion,
Johnny Clarke,
Excepter,
the Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Christie,
Aural Exciters,
the Bar-Kays,
Stetsasonic,
Slick Rick,
Roxy Music,
Gang of Four,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Durutti Column,
Fat Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Subhumans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quando Quango,
Television Personalities,
Juan Atkins,
ABC,
Fluxion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stereo Dub,
Sound Behaviour,
Faust,
Alphaville,
Soulsonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Dennis Brown,
June Days,
Joey Negro,
The Dead C,
U.S. Maple,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Happenings,
The Monochrome Set,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Babytalk,
Mantronix,
Tommy Roe,
Unrelated Segments,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minnie Riperton,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gladiators,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ornette Coleman,
The Flesh Eaters,
cv313,
Pole,
Los Fastidios,
Graham Central Station,
Basic Channel,
Country Teasers,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.