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 Namibia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Rakim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Sixth Finger,
MDC,
Cheater Slicks,
Alton Ellis,
China Crisis,
Ponytail,
ABC,
The Victims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hoover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Michelle Simonal,
Pylon,
A Certain Ratio,
Supertramp,
Cybotron,
Boredoms,
Scratch Acid,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül,
Bob Dylan,
Newcleus,
The Slits,
Mantronix,
Cymande,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra,
Scion,
Gang of Four,
Infiniti,
MC5,
The Golliwogs,
Tommy Roe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Bananas,
Scan 7,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Thee Headcoats,
Jandek,
The Cure,
The Leaves,
The Fall,
Average White Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Near,
Quantec,
Q and Not U,
Intrusion,
The Music Machine,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.