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 Argentina and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
These Immortal Souls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
a-ha,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Style,
UT,
Bill Wells,
The Standells,
Aaron Thompson,
Delta 5,
Pulsallama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brick,
X-102,
Marine Girls,
The Leaves,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
EPMD,
John Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fad Gadget,
Pagans,
Marmalade,
Fear,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gun Club,
Sound Behaviour,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Al Stewart,
The Neon Judgement,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronan,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Last Poets,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Vogues,
Laurel Aitken,
The Real Kids,
Fluxion,
The Martian,
Ludus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dave Gahan,
Television Personalities,
Black Sheep,
Bluetip,
Metal Thangz,
Niagra,
Kurtis Blow,
Fat Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ken Boothe,
The Moody Blues,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.