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 Singapore 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 Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 T. Rex to the punk 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Pet Shop Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Metal Thangz,
The Tremeloes,
Stereo Dub,
Panda Bear,
Public Enemy,
Aural Exciters,
K-Klass,
Buzzcocks,
JFA,
DJ Style,
Yazoo,
Newcleus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Searchers,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aswad,
Carl Craig,
Sound Behaviour,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angry Samoans,
Judy Mowatt,
Surgeon,
Fad Gadget,
The Fortunes,
Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Ronnie Foster,
Hoover,
Organ,
F. McDonald,
The Golliwogs,
Amazonics,
AZ,
One Last Wish,
Absolute Body Control,
Barrington Levy,
The Monks,
Deadbeat,
Quadrant,
Quantec,
Essential Logic,
Roxy Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masters at Work,
Wire,
Eric Copeland,
The Slackers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Görl,
Michelle Simonal,
Ice-T,
Kurtis Blow,
Rotary Connection,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.