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 Kenya and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 The Misunderstood to the disco 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Scan 7,
Das Ding,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Fraelich,
Agitation Free,
The Dirtbombs,
The Litter,
The Moody Blues,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Sneak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Franke,
Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grey Daturas,
The Blues Magoos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Steve Hackett,
Althea and Donna,
Siglo XX,
Scientists,
Wasted Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delta 5,
The Knickerbockers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Smog,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hardrive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alison Limerick,
The Human League,
Negative Approach,
Deadbeat,
X-102,
a-ha,
Angry Samoans,
The Grass Roots,
Dark Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Danielle Patucci,
Au Pairs,
Godley & Creme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers,
Howard Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare,
Soul II Soul,
The Trojans,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.