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 Ukraine and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 OOIOO to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Lalann,
The Real Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Morten Harket,
One Last Wish,
The Standells,
Nik Kershaw,
Heaven 17,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Eurythmics,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Buzzcocks,
Goldenarms,
R.M.O.,
Camouflage,
Grauzone,
Public Enemy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Surgeon,
Japan,
Sex Pistols,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
Marine Girls,
Rotary Connection,
The Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Howard Jones,
JFA,
The Durutti Column,
the Germs,
The Martian,
Fatback Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swans,
Faust,
Radio Birdman,
Metal Thangz,
Camberwell Now,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiohead,
Connie Case,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
cv313,
Kerrie Biddell,
Youth Brigade,
Henry Cow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The J.B.'s,
Ultimate Spinach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mandrill,
DNA,
Judy Mowatt,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.