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 India and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Ultravox to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Half Japanese,
The New Christs,
Subhumans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mojo Men,
Joy Division,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Pantytec,
Desert Stars,
New Age Steppers,
The Toasters,
the Sonics,
Das Ding,
Warren Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Excepter,
Kas Product,
Quadrant,
Zapp,
June Days,
Bobby Womack,
Shuggie Otis,
Basic Channel,
X-102,
Heaven 17,
Donny Hathaway,
the Human League,
China Crisis,
Glenn Branca,
The Tremeloes,
the Association,
Stetsasonic,
Q and Not U,
Deakin,
The Black Dice,
The Victims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Bowie,
Don Cherry,
Aural Exciters,
L. Decosne,
Peter & Gordon,
Nik Kershaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Clear Light,
JFA,
Radiohead,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Dolphy,
Japan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angry Samoans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.