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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Laurel Aitken to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Shuggie Otis,
Theoretical Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aaron Thompson,
Mad Mike,
Inner City,
Eric Dolphy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Y Pants,
ABC,
Iggy Pop,
Lakeside,
Lalo Schifrin,
Leonard Cohen,
The Red Krayola,
Eden Ahbez,
Warsaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Organ,
The Blues Magoos,
Outsiders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Sheep,
The Five Americans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Adolescents,
Swans,
Roxy Music,
Ponytail,
Flipper,
The Golliwogs,
John Coltrane,
ABBA,
Goldenarms,
Cameo,
Agitation Free,
Silicon Teens,
Minor Threat,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Knickerbockers,
Arcadia,
Circle Jerks,
Skarface,
Radiopuhelimet,
Altered Images,
Roger Hodgson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ituana,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.