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 Mexico and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 John Foxx to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Camouflage,
Surgeon,
Crime,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Make Up,
Gerry Rafferty,
Franke,
X-101,
Ohio Players,
Deadbeat,
Funky Four + One,
the Human League,
The Buckinghams,
Rekid,
The Dead C,
Lungfish,
Deepchord,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mojo Men,
Newcleus,
Maleditus Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sarah Menescal,
Pagans,
Amazonics,
Von Mondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül,
Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flash Fearless,
New York Dolls,
Robert Hood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dave Gahan,
Parry Music,
Slick Rick,
The Knickerbockers,
Cecil Taylor,
Metal Thangz,
Unwound,
Scratch Acid,
Minny Pops,
The Modern Lovers,
Mo-Dettes,
cv313,
The Count Five,
Todd Terry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pretty Things,
The Gories,
Sex Pistols,
Grey Daturas,
Wolf Eyes,
Clear Light,
Jeff Lynne,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.