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 Botswana and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mo-Dettes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Wasted Youth,
Fatback Band,
Eve St. Jones,
R.M.O.,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Young Rascals,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Christie,
Donny Hathaway,
Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker,
LL Cool J,
Sandy B,
Moby Grape,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maurizio,
The Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DNA,
Warsaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mantronix,
Oblivians,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Audionom,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
World's Most,
Dave Gahan,
Depeche Mode,
Zero Boys,
The Fuzztones,
48th St. Collective,
Tommy Roe,
Absolute Body Control,
Rites of Spring,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonic Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quantec,
Duran Duran,
The Neon Judgement,
The Buckinghams,
Delta 5,
Dawn Penn,
The Human League,
Outsiders,
kango's stein massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Vogues,
Swell Maps,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lindisfarne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Index,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Green,
KRS-One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.