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 Sri Lanka 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nico to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Zero Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Starr,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wally Richardson,
The Cowsills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dead C,
The American Breed,
Piero Umiliani,
World's Most,
Girls At Our Best!,
E-Dancer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television,
Black Bananas,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Fad Gadget,
The Birthday Party,
David Axelrod,
Deakin,
Black Pus,
Bush Tetras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Human League,
Scan 7,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Mandrill,
Prince Buster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter & Gordon,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantytec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Bourne,
Cybotron,
The Misunderstood,
Arcadia,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick Morgan,
Young Marble Giants,
Nirvana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Audionom,
Rufus Thomas,
Kurtis Blow,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.