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 Indonesia and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Negative Approach,
Supertramp,
Cymande,
Yazoo,
Sandy B,
Fugazi,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suicide,
Second Layer,
Ossler,
Magazine,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacob Miller,
The Doobie Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Severed Heads,
Oneida,
Chris Corsano,
Heaven 17,
Iggy Pop,
Average White Band,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Angels of Light,
The Gap Band,
Country Teasers,
Flipper,
Sarah Menescal,
Spandau Ballet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slackers,
Nico,
The Pop Group,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Susan Cadogan,
Joey Negro,
Camberwell Now,
Pantaleimon,
Sound Behaviour,
The Selecter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tim Buckley,
Ken Boothe,
Moss Icon,
Black Moon,
Skarface,
Black Bananas,
Roxette,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flash Fearless,
Clear Light,
Sight & Sound,
Alphaville,
The Dirtbombs,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.