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 Costa Rica and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Stetsasonic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
OOIOO,
The Cure,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young,
Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Urselle,
Sandy B,
Outsiders,
Camouflage,
Blancmange,
Section 25,
John Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Bobby Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
Little Man,
Howard Jones,
Todd Terry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pere Ubu,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Pus,
Drexciya,
Fat Boys,
Scion,
Fad Gadget,
The Raincoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Model 500,
Warsaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Glambeats Corp.,
R.M.O.,
Index,
The Kinks,
Liliput,
Animal Collective,
The Angels of Light,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Godley & Creme,
the Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
Ultra Naté,
The Star Department,
Unwound,
Banda Bassotti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Easy Going,
Joe Finger,
B.T. Express,
Alton Ellis,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.