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 Iceland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Tropical Tobacco 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Hood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aswad,
Tim Buckley,
Niagra,
One Last Wish,
Sonic Youth,
Nils Olav,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
CMW,
The Evens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lightning Bolt,
Basic Channel,
The Count Five,
Bauhaus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Christie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Germs,
Silicon Teens,
Crispian St. Peters,
Clear Light,
Gichy Dan,
Fatback Band,
Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swell Maps,
Cecil Taylor,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reagan Youth,
Deepchord,
Quadrant,
X-102,
the Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donny Hathaway,
The Saints,
Deadbeat,
ABBA,
Mars,
The Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
The Modern Lovers,
the Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Faust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
B.T. Express,
Marmalade,
The Moody Blues,
Fluxion,
Ken Boothe,
Tres Demented,
Newcleus,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.