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 Norway and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Deadbeat to the electroclash 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Zeros,
Pantytec,
the Association,
Minny Pops,
Peter & Gordon,
Das Ding,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kayak,
Symarip,
Schoolly D,
Crash Course in Science,
Kaleidoscope,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharoah Sanders,
June Days,
Lindisfarne,
The Dead C,
The Techniques,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Bananas,
Visage,
Gang of Four,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Lynne,
Monolake,
Lyres,
MDC,
Skarface,
Moby Grape,
Judy Mowatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slave,
Au Pairs,
Janne Schatter,
Japan,
Cybotron,
Neu!,
Rod Modell,
The Gladiators,
Dave Gahan,
Piero Umiliani,
Dual Sessions,
The Velvet Underground,
Section 25,
Charles Mingus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Second Layer,
Grauzone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Underground Resistance,
Average White Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Hood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
10cc,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.