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 Kenya and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Robert Palmer 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 Ornette Coleman to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Don Cherry,
Colin Newman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New York Dolls,
Gong,
Blancmange,
The Offenders,
Rufus Thomas,
Hardrive,
Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television,
New Order,
Duran Duran,
The Victims,
10cc,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Toasters,
Fatback Band,
Dead Boys,
Average White Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Rundgren,
The Misunderstood,
the Sonics,
cv313,
Black Moon,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Starr,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eve St. Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Anakelly,
Massinfluence,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Hood,
Bluetip,
Public Enemy,
Aural Exciters,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter and Kerry,
Ornette Coleman,
Babytalk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faraquet,
Graham Central Station,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
The Knickerbockers,
Blossom Toes,
U.S. Maple,
Ohio Players,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Schoolly D,
China Crisis,
Yazoo,
Intrusion,
Young Marble Giants,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.