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 Cape Verde and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Holger Czukay 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Bobby Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
K-Klass,
Bill Wells,
Quantec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxette,
Minutemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Porter Ricks,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Bowie,
the Human League,
Black Pus,
Q65,
Black Moon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joey Negro,
Liliput,
Rufus Thomas,
Ituana,
Procol Harum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crooked Eye,
Unwound,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hardrive,
Pulsallama,
Flash Fearless,
Deadbeat,
Con Funk Shun,
the Bar-Kays,
EPMD,
The Cowsills,
The Move,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Adolescents,
Rosa Yemen,
Aural Exciters,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Archie Shepp,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Sheep,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Bananas,
a-ha,
The Smoke,
Bobby Womack,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kayak,
Michelle Simonal,
Josef K,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.