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 India and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Dennis Brown to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Fat Boys,
David Bowie,
B.T. Express,
The Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yusef Lateef,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fuzztones,
Intrusion,
Sugar Minott,
Sarah Menescal,
Juan Atkins,
The Barracudas,
Easy Going,
Ice-T,
Funkadelic,
Bang On A Can,
Newcleus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun City Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yazoo,
The Saints,
Lalann,
Sun Ra,
Masters at Work,
DJ Style,
Little Man,
Average White Band,
Banda Bassotti,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
Black Pus,
Subhumans,
Anakelly,
The Raincoats,
The Evens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moleskins,
Slave,
The Doors,
The Modern Lovers,
New Age Steppers,
Alison Limerick,
Ultravox,
Joyce Sims,
Cymande,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Halsall,
Motorama,
Marine Girls,
Deepchord,
Bob Dylan,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.