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 Vanuatu and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Michael McDonald 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the disco 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Angels of Light,
Jawbox,
Sonic Youth,
The Doors,
Gong,
Nick Fraelich,
Supertramp,
Q and Not U,
The Selecter,
Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
The Moody Blues,
David Bowie,
Rod Modell,
The Real Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Wake,
Newcleus,
Clear Light,
The Associates,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Steve Hackett,
The Sonics,
Nas,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cure,
The Modern Lovers,
Oneida,
Bauhaus,
Brothers Johnson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lakeside,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABC,
Lalann,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moleskins,
The Black Dice,
Eli Mardock,
The Blackbyrds,
Nico,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stereo Dub,
Television Personalities,
Alton Ellis,
Suicide,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Wyatt,
MC5,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Evens,
The Last Poets,
Terrestrial Tones,
CMW,
Fad Gadget,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.