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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 The Fuzztones to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultra Naté,
The New Christs,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Style,
Guru Guru,
Aloha Tigers,
Agent Orange,
Pere Ubu,
Sight & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Crooked Eye,
The Young Rascals,
Tears for Fears,
Iggy Pop,
Qualms,
Jandek,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scientists,
Gichy Dan,
AZ,
These Immortal Souls,
Fad Gadget,
Main Source,
The Gories,
Black Flag,
The Golliwogs,
The Gladiators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faust,
John Foxx,
E-Dancer,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dark Day,
U.S. Maple,
the Bar-Kays,
David McCallum,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker,
Minny Pops,
Shoche,
Bush Tetras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
The Martian,
Rotary Connection,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Depeche Mode,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arab on Radar,
Wire,
Deakin,
Ohio Players,
Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television,
Judy Mowatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.