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 Slovenia and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Dennis Brown to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ponytail,
The Moody Blues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slick Rick,
Bob Dylan,
Q65,
Outsiders,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suicide,
Ornette Coleman,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q and Not U,
Porter Ricks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Patti Smith,
The Slackers,
Pantaleimon,
The United States of America,
John Foxx,
Crash Course in Science,
Sandy B,
Brass Construction,
Procol Harum,
Howard Jones,
Accadde A,
Scion,
Los Fastidios,
Ludus,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cowsills,
Eddi Front,
Organ,
Radio Birdman,
New Order,
Pulsallama,
Chris & Cosey,
Gong,
T.S.O.L.,
Vainqueur,
The Motions,
Peter & Gordon,
The Star Department,
ABC,
World's Most,
PIL,
Dead Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Public Enemy,
Kayak,
Pagans,
Marmalade,
Bobby Sherman,
Scratch Acid,
CMW,
Smog,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.