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 Taipei.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Malaria! to the rap 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blancmange,
Lalann,
Alphaville,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Organ,
Rapeman,
Wolf Eyes,
The Angels of Light,
Brass Construction,
Mad Mike,
Groovy Waters,
Wire,
Agitation Free,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultra Naté,
Fatback Band,
This Heat,
The Trojans,
Subhumans,
Technova,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Malaria!,
B.T. Express,
The Skatalites,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare,
David Bowie,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Warsaw,
Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
EPMD,
The Cowsills,
The Offenders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Duran Duran,
Rites of Spring,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Flash Fearless,
AZ,
The Real Kids,
Icehouse,
Zero Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Barbara Tucker,
Sarah Menescal,
Severed Heads,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.