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 Ivory Coast 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fall to the punk 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heaven 17,
Lucky Dragons,
Deadbeat,
the Swans,
The Move,
Interpol,
Sexual Harrassment,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick May,
Prince Buster,
Au Pairs,
One Last Wish,
The Red Krayola,
Fela Kuti,
The Victims,
Graham Central Station,
Cheater Slicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Al Stewart,
Con Funk Shun,
JFA,
Clear Light,
Severed Heads,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kayak,
L. Decosne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delta 5,
The Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Rekid,
ABBA,
Nirvana,
The Raincoats,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gun Club,
Essential Logic,
The Skatalites,
Radiohead,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barry Ungar,
The Happenings,
Massinfluence,
Metal Thangz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mo-Dettes,
Hoover,
Barbara Tucker,
Kurtis Blow,
Judy Mowatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.