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 Malta and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Robert Palmer 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 Lungfish to the electroclash 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Count Five,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lungfish,
Nas,
E-Dancer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T.S.O.L.,
The Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Howard Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pere Ubu,
Crime,
Matthew Halsall,
Ludus,
Drexciya,
Dead Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Lydon,
The Dead C,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angry Samoans,
Con Funk Shun,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Enemy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Prunes,
10cc,
Pantytec,
Grauzone,
Wolf Eyes,
Minnie Riperton,
Sound Behaviour,
Soulsonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
a-ha,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Altered Images,
Steve Hackett,
Scientists,
Fear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jawbox,
Graham Central Station,
X-Ray Spex,
ABBA,
The Move,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mo-Dettes,
F. McDonald,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.