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 Venezuela and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Simply Red to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Das Ding,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
The Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Y Pants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Goldenarms,
Ultra Naté,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Basic Channel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doors,
Henry Cow,
Liliput,
The Index,
Public Enemy,
Youth Brigade,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Osbourne,
kango's stein massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hoover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Supertramp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maleditus Sound,
48th St. Collective,
The Fugs,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Althea and Donna,
Ronnie Foster,
Cluster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zero Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Jacob Miller,
Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Tubeway Army,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bob Dylan,
Outsiders,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.