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 Albania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 The Barracudas to the funk 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Cameo,
The Fugs,
Negative Approach,
KRS-One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Panda Bear,
Parry Music,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Offenders,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Black Dice,
The Searchers,
Metal Thangz,
Quadrant,
Crash Course in Science,
Ossler,
Magazine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris & Cosey,
Wolf Eyes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television,
Babytalk,
Bobby Womack,
The Dead C,
The Cowsills,
Prince Buster,
Swell Maps,
cv313,
Ponytail,
Spoonie Gee,
The Tremeloes,
The Gladiators,
Funkadelic,
The Real Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Anakelly,
Lakeside,
The Blues Magoos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mojo Men,
The American Breed,
Marine Girls,
Faraquet,
The Busters,
Warren Ellis,
This Heat,
John Coltrane,
Zapp,
Cybotron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donald Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
Das Ding,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Urselle,
Goldenarms,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.