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 Tuvalu and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Tremeloes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Black Flag,
Ossler,
The Velvet Underground,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
The Gap Band,
Crooked Eye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Finger,
Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Green,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alphaville,
Terrestrial Tones,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Carl Craig,
Aswad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cecil Taylor,
Massinfluence,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Almond,
Flipper,
Icehouse,
B.T. Express,
The Selecter,
Deakin,
Sam Rivers,
Blake Baxter,
One Last Wish,
Moss Icon,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bauhaus,
Television Personalities,
UT,
X-102,
Funky Four + One,
Jawbox,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalo Schifrin,
These Immortal Souls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Babytalk,
Lungfish,
Josef K,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.