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 Italy and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Half Japanese to the disco 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moby Grape,
Graham Central Station,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Connie Case,
Neil Young,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Halsall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Infiniti,
Alice Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Mars,
The Victims,
The Skatalites,
Black Flag,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cramps,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantaleimon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
U.S. Maple,
Reagan Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Christie,
Nirvana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dead C,
Pere Ubu,
Donald Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Hill,
Mandrill,
Public Image Ltd.,
Royal Trux,
The Happenings,
Stereo Dub,
The Modern Lovers,
Little Man,
Maurizio,
Lightning Bolt,
Depeche Mode,
Glambeats Corp.,
Interpol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rekid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barrington Levy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Pus,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marmalade,
Ice-T,
Joy Division,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.