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 Antigua and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skriet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cramps,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Guru Guru,
Terry Callier,
Oblivians,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blues Magoos,
T. Rex,
Fear,
Erasure,
Piero Umiliani,
Can,
Junior Murvin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Zeros,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mark Hollis,
Cymande,
The Walker Brothers,
The Wake,
Jacques Brel,
Parry Music,
Niagra,
Faust,
Unwound,
The Residents,
Ohio Players,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Scan 7,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tubeway Army,
Alice Coltrane,
The Count Five,
The Index,
Buzzcocks,
Cheater Slicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed,
Connie Case,
Porter Ricks,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zapp,
Flash Fearless,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ornette Coleman,
Boogie Down Productions,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Japan,
Bang On A Can,
Dave Gahan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wasted Youth,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.