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 Comoros and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 X-101 to the disco 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donny Hathaway,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cecil Taylor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eve St. Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Pus,
Schoolly D,
David Bowie,
K-Klass,
Procol Harum,
Little Man,
Ultra Naté,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cal Tjader,
Quantec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suburban Knight,
Janne Schatter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacob Miller,
The Kinks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heaven 17,
Roger Hodgson,
Thompson Twins,
The Smoke,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Sneak,
Unwound,
The Cramps,
Accadde A,
Porter Ricks,
The New Christs,
The Raincoats,
Warsaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grauzone,
Anakelly,
The Mummies,
The Selecter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joensuu 1685,
Tres Demented,
Deakin,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Standells,
Infiniti,
Symarip,
The Slits,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.