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 Solomon Islands and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Quantec to the disco 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Donny Hathaway,
MC5,
Trumans Water,
Pagans,
Hardrive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Black Dice,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Christie,
Rod Modell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Sheep,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül,
Sparks,
Y Pants,
the Association,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Almond,
Fugazi,
a-ha,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fortunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aural Exciters,
Pantytec,
Q and Not U,
Quantec,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Foxx,
Peter and Kerry,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fire Engines,
Flipper,
The Skatalites,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monochrome Set,
Joensuu 1685,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Slits,
Severed Heads,
Oblivians,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erasure,
One Last Wish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Angels of Light,
Mars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anakelly,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Busters,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.