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 Kuwait and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Scientists to the rock 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Von Mondo,
Saccharine Trust,
The Music Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Minnie Riperton,
Wasted Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Steve Hackett,
Nation of Ulysses,
Easy Going,
Arcadia,
Gong,
Reuben Wilson,
Skarface,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aaron Thompson,
PIL,
Derrick May,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Association,
a-ha,
Juan Atkins,
the Germs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reagan Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
Isaac Hayes,
Camouflage,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Clarke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Golliwogs,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Modern Lovers,
K-Klass,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sam Rivers,
Livin' Joy,
The Blues Magoos,
Camberwell Now,
Sarah Menescal,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Banda Bassotti,
Hot Snakes,
Eddi Front,
Soul II Soul,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Toni Rubio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Görl,
Yellowson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pierre Henry,
Black Bananas,
Thompson Twins,
David Axelrod,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.