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 Singapore and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 a-ha to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Rapeman,
The J.B.'s,
Au Pairs,
Fat Boys,
Index,
Danielle Patucci,
AZ,
Siglo XX,
Aaron Thompson,
New York Dolls,
Spoonie Gee,
Steve Hackett,
The New Christs,
Scrapy,
June of 44,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maurizio,
Fatback Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra,
Maleditus Sound,
Whodini,
Howard Jones,
CMW,
X-101,
Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
Pole,
Ronan,
The Slits,
Lakeside,
Lower 48,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
10cc,
The Music Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Evens,
Soft Machine,
Mars,
X-Ray Spex,
Qualms,
Lou Christie,
Symarip,
Gong,
In Retrospect,
La Düsseldorf,
The Standells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Al Stewart,
Trumans Water,
Porter Ricks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shoche,
John Lydon,
Chris Corsano,
Agitation Free,
Essential Logic,
Popol Vuh,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.