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 Papua New Guinea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Faraquet to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now 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 grime 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Urselle,
The Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
kango's stein massive,
LL Cool J,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blake Baxter,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Index,
Skarface,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gun Club,
Max Romeo,
Saccharine Trust,
Sister Nancy,
Porter Ricks,
Dave Gahan,
Popol Vuh,
Tubeway Army,
Franke,
Black Sheep,
Black Flag,
Ralphi Rosario,
Steve Hackett,
The Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Toasters,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Germs,
Duran Duran,
Dark Day,
Jacques Brel,
Siglo XX,
DJ Style,
The Busters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ten City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marmalade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Howard Jones,
Depeche Mode,
Thompson Twins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Graham Central Station,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacob Miller,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.