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 Taiwan and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
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 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Niagra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ken Boothe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxy Music,
Robert Hood,
Fear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Section 25,
Japan,
The Remains,
Derrick May,
the Human League,
ABC,
Cheater Slicks,
Dark Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
One Last Wish,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Clarke,
Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Ludus,
Motorama,
Howard Jones,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Buckinghams,
Funkadelic,
Todd Terry,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang On A Can,
Barry Ungar,
Suburban Knight,
Half Japanese,
Accadde A,
Aloha Tigers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Au Pairs,
Maurizio,
Wally Richardson,
The Star Department,
Procol Harum,
The Cowsills,
Oneida,
Davy DMX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roger Hodgson,
Freddie Wadling,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker,
Easy Going,
JFA,
Urselle,
The Busters,
The Stooges,
Duran Duran,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.