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 Antigua and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Todd Rundgren to the grunge 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Names,
Matthew Halsall,
The Count Five,
Reuben Wilson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Desert Stars,
B.T. Express,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Christie,
Radiohead,
Eric B and Rakim,
Urselle,
The Misunderstood,
Duran Duran,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick Morgan,
Spoonie Gee,
Joyce Sims,
Young Marble Giants,
Prince Buster,
The Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Das Ding,
Blancmange,
DNA,
a-ha,
Rhythm & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
cv313,
Hot Snakes,
Quadrant,
Unrelated Segments,
Oneida,
Sun Ra,
Jandek,
The Angels of Light,
The Vogues,
Vainqueur,
Jerry's Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Hill,
Bob Dylan,
The Busters,
Rekid,
The Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Letta Mbulu,
Guru Guru,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Raincoats,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy Collins,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young,
The Index,
Essential Logic,
John Holt,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.