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 Hungary and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Robert Palmer 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 Moby Grape to the dance 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Excepter,
ABBA,
The Human League,
Technova,
Skaos,
Sugar Minott,
The Fire Engines,
X-102,
Country Teasers,
Donny Hathaway,
Panda Bear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Can,
Fela Kuti,
Popol Vuh,
Visage,
Tubeway Army,
Byron Stingily,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crime,
Funky Four + One,
Thompson Twins,
Young Marble Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Monks,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Wells,
Unwound,
The Fall,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Von Mondo,
Model 500,
the Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Bourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June Days,
Interpol,
Don Cherry,
Monolake,
The Cowsills,
Goldenarms,
The Busters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Angels of Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pretty Things,
Roger Hodgson,
ABC,
Ponytail,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sight & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.