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 Iraq and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the dance 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Lynne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Interpol,
Josef K,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Buckinghams,
the Slits,
Khruangbin,
Sonic Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pylon,
Fatback Band,
Juan Atkins,
Marine Girls,
New Order,
ABC,
Darondo,
Mission of Burma,
Boogie Down Productions,
This Heat,
The Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Sparks,
Bill Wells,
James White and The Blacks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Franke,
Altered Images,
Loose Ends,
Fluxion,
Deakin,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Hood,
Black Pus,
JFA,
Sun City Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Moby Grape,
The Dave Clark Five,
Au Pairs,
Lightning Bolt,
Groovy Waters,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Sherman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Wally Richardson,
The Slackers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dual Sessions,
The Offenders,
Sarah Menescal,
Skriet,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.