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 Liechtenstein and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 a-ha to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Sarah Menescal,
Jawbox,
Television,
Fluxion,
Amazonics,
The Victims,
Bang On A Can,
The Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Michelle Simonal,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Motions,
Pulsallama,
The Monochrome Set,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Wells,
the Association,
Shoche,
John Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
Morten Harket,
Faust,
Silicon Teens,
Ken Boothe,
Vladislav Delay,
Inner City,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare,
Q65,
Siglo XX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Misunderstood,
Aural Exciters,
Altered Images,
Hoover,
Lou Reed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Carl Craig,
Wolf Eyes,
Isaac Hayes,
Wire,
Anakelly,
The Seeds,
Erasure,
The Smiths,
Lungfish,
John Cale,
Harmonia,
Fad Gadget,
Funkadelic,
the Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Steve Hackett,
John Foxx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pylon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Bar-Kays,
Agitation Free,
Sandy B,
Hardrive,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.