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 Monaco and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Idris Muhammad to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Liliput,
Jawbox,
Slick Rick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris & Cosey,
MDC,
Archie Shepp,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra,
Skarface,
Spoonie Gee,
Con Funk Shun,
The Busters,
Fat Boys,
Faraquet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Infiniti,
Danielle Patucci,
Absolute Body Control,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacques Brel,
The Standells,
Rapeman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Aaron Thompson,
Tubeway Army,
Nik Kershaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zero Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Depeche Mode,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
Yaz,
Scrapy,
Harry Pussy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Remains,
Lower 48,
Lindisfarne,
Arthur Verocai,
The Victims,
The Cure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Cell,
Wire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül,
Basic Channel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Holt,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.