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 Manchester.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Goldenarms to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Black Flag,
Bobby Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spandau Ballet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Steve Hackett,
The Birthday Party,
Symarip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mars,
Ultra Naté,
Mad Mike,
Television,
Freddie Wadling,
Nik Kershaw,
Davy DMX,
Anakelly,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Main Source,
Henry Cow,
New Order,
Bill Near,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Five Americans,
the Human League,
In Retrospect,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül II,
Porter Ricks,
Ohio Players,
Lungfish,
Whodini,
Fatback Band,
10cc,
Faraquet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Swans,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
K-Klass,
Swell Maps,
The Dead C,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jandek,
Heaven 17,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stiv Bators,
Barrington Levy,
Eve St. Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
Maurizio,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Neu!,
Gabor Szabo,
Panda Bear,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.