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 Azerbaijan and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Sound Behaviour to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Loose Ends,
Clear Light,
Amazonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Teasers,
Yellowson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slackers,
Bang On A Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Depeche Mode,
Alison Limerick,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Copeland,
Hardrive,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Sneak,
Camberwell Now,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Excepter,
Prince Buster,
Soft Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Trumans Water,
Royal Trux,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Standells,
New York Dolls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Misunderstood,
Make Up,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yazoo,
Quadrant,
Television Personalities,
Gang of Four,
Ornette Coleman,
Heaven 17,
Popol Vuh,
Steve Hackett,
Spandau Ballet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
K-Klass,
Letta Mbulu,
Scientists,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rapeman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.