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 Switzerland and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joy Division to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
U.S. Maple,
The Pretty Things,
Susan Cadogan,
Guru Guru,
Agitation Free,
Bill Wells,
June Days,
Niagra,
Marine Girls,
The Fugs,
Warsaw,
Bluetip,
Visage,
Lebanon Hanover,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Animal Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultra Naté,
Franke,
Quantec,
Sonic Youth,
Outsiders,
Porter Ricks,
Junior Murvin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DNA,
The Raincoats,
Youth Brigade,
Symarip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Infiniti,
Sam Rivers,
The Golliwogs,
Skarface,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Standells,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronnie Foster,
Howard Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dirtbombs,
Desert Stars,
Motorama,
The Monochrome Set,
John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moleskins,
The Blues Magoos,
David McCallum,
Davy DMX,
Mandrill,
Neil Young,
The United States of America,
Joyce Sims,
K-Klass,
Minutemen,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.