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 Chile and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Ralphi Rosario to the grime 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Smog,
Tom Boy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bob Dylan,
The Motions,
AZ,
Subhumans,
Henry Cow,
One Last Wish,
Icehouse,
The Real Kids,
The Zeros,
Wally Richardson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Supertramp,
Roger Hodgson,
Au Pairs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wire,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Juan Atkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suburban Knight,
Joey Negro,
Sparks,
Reuben Wilson,
Dead Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Infiniti,
The Wake,
Tommy Roe,
Severed Heads,
Brand Nubian,
Sight & Sound,
Urselle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mantronix,
The Red Krayola,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bush Tetras,
Grey Daturas,
Michelle Simonal,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Slits,
The Buckinghams,
The Monochrome Set,
Essential Logic,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.