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 Greece and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Youth Brigade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül II,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tommy Roe,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moleskins,
Fad Gadget,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mojo Men,
Technova,
Bluetip,
Dark Day,
Smog,
The Happenings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fugazi,
Godley & Creme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Goldenarms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mission of Burma,
The Fuzztones,
Swans,
Derrick May,
Country Teasers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alice Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
Pierre Henry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sarah Menescal,
Reagan Youth,
The Golliwogs,
The Vogues,
Organ,
Al Stewart,
Robert Görl,
the Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Niagra,
The Slackers,
the Normal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Clarke,
Anakelly,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.