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 Cambodia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Albert Ayler to the funk 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Niagra,
The Invisible,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donny Hathaway,
OOIOO,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bush Tetras,
Guru Guru,
Barry Ungar,
Aural Exciters,
Lower 48,
Ice-T,
Joe Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nils Olav,
Pylon,
Spoonie Gee,
10cc,
Talk Talk,
Oblivians,
Parry Music,
Minnie Riperton,
the Germs,
Second Layer,
Wire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker,
Arcadia,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Isaac Hayes,
Sound Behaviour,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sight & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Babytalk,
The Victims,
Intrusion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blues Magoos,
The Velvet Underground,
Duran Duran,
Todd Terry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Icehouse,
X-Ray Spex,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.