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 Montenegro and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Bananas,
Patti Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Suburban Knight,
Y Pants,
Nirvana,
X-101,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
The Standells,
Gichy Dan,
Franke,
The Trojans,
Make Up,
The Monks,
Alison Limerick,
Brothers Johnson,
Massinfluence,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed,
Sister Nancy,
Barbara Tucker,
These Immortal Souls,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cowsills,
Blossom Toes,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swans,
The Vogues,
Eurythmics,
Kurtis Blow,
Banda Bassotti,
Isaac Hayes,
L. Decosne,
Fear,
The Moleskins,
Darondo,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Hill,
Los Fastidios,
X-Ray Spex,
The Victims,
Moss Icon,
Warsaw,
The Leaves,
Monks,
Roxy Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television,
Sarah Menescal,
The Happenings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blancmange,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.