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 Liechtenstein and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gerry Rafferty to the jazz 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Quantec,
The Wake,
Khruangbin,
The Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Lyres,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Ponytail,
kango's stein massive,
The Mojo Men,
Babytalk,
Circle Jerks,
K-Klass,
Jandek,
The Tremeloes,
Urselle,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monks,
Derrick May,
Kenny Larkin,
Minny Pops,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Sheep,
Bush Tetras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun City Girls,
Panda Bear,
The Index,
The Music Machine,
Wire,
The Angels of Light,
Steve Hackett,
Icehouse,
Banda Bassotti,
Flipper,
Bill Near,
Tropical Tobacco,
MC5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sixth Finger,
The Human League,
Fela Kuti,
The Gun Club,
The Slits,
Buzzcocks,
Black Pus,
Essential Logic,
Anakelly,
Deadbeat,
The Fugs,
Porter Ricks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Little Man,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.