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 the UAE and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
CMW,
The Gladiators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Moon,
Reuben Wilson,
Barbara Tucker,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fuzztones,
the Normal,
Bush Tetras,
Magma,
The Mojo Men,
Unrelated Segments,
Siglo XX,
The Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Silicon Teens,
Tom Boy,
Angry Samoans,
Spoonie Gee,
Maleditus Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ohio Players,
David Axelrod,
Graham Central Station,
Harmonia,
Wire,
Crooked Eye,
X-101,
Quando Quango,
Rekid,
A Certain Ratio,
Trumans Water,
The Martian,
Roger Hodgson,
Grauzone,
Suburban Knight,
Skriet,
Scott Walker,
Jerry's Kids,
K-Klass,
Das Ding,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moleskins,
Kerri Chandler,
Eli Mardock,
New Age Steppers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Birthday Party,
The Pop Group,
Maurizio,
Spandau Ballet,
Wasted Youth,
Rapeman,
The Evens,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.