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 Ireland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Albert Ayler to the rap 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Country Teasers,
Steve Hackett,
Kas Product,
Eric Dolphy,
Alton Ellis,
JFA,
Newcleus,
Public Enemy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Wyatt,
Suburban Knight,
Camouflage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Sheep,
The Golliwogs,
Intrusion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quantec,
the Human League,
Yaz,
Sixth Finger,
Moby Grape,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Fraelich,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Byrd,
Infiniti,
The Slits,
Bob Dylan,
The Skatalites,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bronski Beat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
Flipper,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Don Cherry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quadrant,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Wells,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DNA,
Sight & Sound,
B.T. Express,
Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
X-101,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Davy DMX,
Fatback Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Neon Judgement,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
The Misunderstood,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.