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 Lebanon and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Lungfish to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Busters,
Boz Scaggs,
Junior Murvin,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slits,
Dave Gahan,
The Kinks,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Almond,
June Days,
Steve Hackett,
Stetsasonic,
Panda Bear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Victims,
The Evens,
Zero Boys,
Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
EPMD,
Jeff Lynne,
The Martian,
Rufus Thomas,
The Associates,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Slick Rick,
Essential Logic,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Leaves,
DNA,
Skriet,
Janne Schatter,
Cybotron,
Eve St. Jones,
Fatback Band,
Au Pairs,
The Pretty Things,
Marine Girls,
Shoche,
Crime,
The Red Krayola,
The Star Department,
Morten Harket,
Piero Umiliani,
PIL,
Lou Christie,
Excepter,
David Bowie,
Mr. Review,
CMW,
Negative Approach,
Monolake,
Chrome,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.