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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Gichy Dan to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
KRS-One,
Junior Murvin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
John Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Susan Cadogan,
Unrelated Segments,
Goldenarms,
Derrick May,
Pantytec,
Symarip,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra,
Terry Callier,
Parry Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Order,
Tears for Fears,
Barry Ungar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Royal Trux,
Sällskapet,
Vainqueur,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rapeman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultra Naté,
Eve St. Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Bronski Beat,
These Immortal Souls,
Yaz,
Howard Jones,
Franke,
Ice-T,
Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stetsasonic,
The Count Five,
Ituana,
The Slackers,
Fatback Band,
The Standells,
Arcadia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Clear Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Prince Buster,
Inner City,
Jawbox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.