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 Belize and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Techniques,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Underground Resistance,
Tubeway Army,
Laurel Aitken,
Unrelated Segments,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sandy B,
OOIOO,
Crooked Eye,
Procol Harum,
Janne Schatter,
Faraquet,
the Association,
Eric Copeland,
Sparks,
The Pop Group,
Duran Duran,
The Divine Comedy,
Godley & Creme,
Unwound,
Marc Almond,
Nas,
Tim Buckley,
The Buckinghams,
The Red Krayola,
Crash Course in Science,
ABBA,
The Fall,
Barrington Levy,
Amazonics,
MC5,
Ultra Naté,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monochrome Set,
Surgeon,
Gichy Dan,
Harmonia,
Bill Near,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Knickerbockers,
Eden Ahbez,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Sheep,
Altered Images,
Porter Ricks,
Sonic Youth,
The Motions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Khruangbin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Pus,
Youth Brigade,
Yusef Lateef,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.