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 Niger and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 David McCallum to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Albert Ayler,
Livin' Joy,
The Birthday Party,
Brick,
Essential Logic,
Alton Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Terry,
Monolake,
Crooked Eye,
Banda Bassotti,
The Knickerbockers,
Wally Richardson,
Barry Ungar,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stereo Dub,
Nirvana,
Joy Division,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swell Maps,
Royal Trux,
Mantronix,
Lakeside,
Lower 48,
Moebius,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Lynne,
The Litter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
K-Klass,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hashim,
Black Bananas,
The Human League,
Ultravox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June Days,
Bronski Beat,
Minnie Riperton,
China Crisis,
the Bar-Kays,
Henry Cow,
Fad Gadget,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Normal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dark Day,
ABC,
Soulsonic Force,
Schoolly D,
Derrick May,
Fat Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ituana,
Ronnie Foster,
Yellowson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.