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 Guatemala and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Mission of Burma to the dance 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Christie,
Lyres,
John Cale,
Maurizio,
Hardrive,
Chris & Cosey,
U.S. Maple,
T. Rex,
Brothers Johnson,
Barbara Tucker,
X-102,
Lungfish,
Arab on Radar,
Gong,
Eric Copeland,
Skarface,
Cameo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Black Bananas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blossom Toes,
The Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Leonard Cohen,
Thompson Twins,
Bauhaus,
The Associates,
Q65,
The Fall,
Black Sheep,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cowsills,
The Grass Roots,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxette,
David McCallum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camouflage,
Theoretical Girls,
Audionom,
Swell Maps,
Porter Ricks,
Magma,
Nas,
Joy Division,
The Neon Judgement,
the Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hot Snakes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nirvana,
Mandrill,
Marmalade,
Cymande,
Judy Mowatt,
Camberwell Now,
China Crisis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.