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 Hungary and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Amazonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Wake 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Skriet,
Kerri Chandler,
Magazine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gun Club,
Kurtis Blow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang On A Can,
Babytalk,
The Gap Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Piero Umiliani,
Delta 5,
The Barracudas,
Robert Görl,
The Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Royal Trux,
OOIOO,
Moby Grape,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Newcleus,
The Fortunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rakim,
Alphaville,
Black Pus,
Suicide,
The Stooges,
James White and The Blacks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Al Stewart,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers,
Brick,
Hardrive,
The Buckinghams,
Scrapy,
Alice Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Rufus Thomas,
PIL,
LL Cool J,
Bauhaus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Hood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Litter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bob Dylan,
Scientists,
Skarface,
A Certain Ratio,
The American Breed,
Warren Ellis,
Radiohead,
Theoretical Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.