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 Kyrgyzstan and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Mad Mike to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Style,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sonics,
Robert Hood,
Barrington Levy,
Khruangbin,
The J.B.'s,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül II,
The Red Krayola,
The Barracudas,
The Smoke,
B.T. Express,
cv313,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Invisible,
Maurizio,
Audionom,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grey Daturas,
Basic Channel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ituana,
Pet Shop Boys,
China Crisis,
Todd Terry,
Mission of Burma,
Yellowson,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra,
KRS-One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Leaves,
the Bar-Kays,
Motorama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fugs,
Ponytail,
Sister Nancy,
Lyres,
Joe Smooth,
Fear,
Popol Vuh,
Dorothy Ashby,
K-Klass,
Wolf Eyes,
LL Cool J,
Judy Mowatt,
John Holt,
Brick,
Joey Negro,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tomorrow,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.