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 Philippines and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Can to the grunge 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Bobby Sherman,
Alice Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Mandrill,
The Gap Band,
Bluetip,
Aaron Thompson,
Sight & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Al Stewart,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erykah Badu,
Aswad,
Deakin,
Dave Gahan,
Eddi Front,
Neu!,
Basic Channel,
Peter and Kerry,
Sarah Menescal,
Henry Cow,
Tom Boy,
Eric Dolphy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agent Orange,
Popol Vuh,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kayak,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Japan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Niagra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantytec,
The Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joyce Sims,
Theoretical Girls,
The Move,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tropical Tobacco,
MDC,
New York Dolls,
Hoover,
R.M.O.,
Harmonia,
The Misunderstood,
Supertramp,
The Durutti Column,
Black Pus,
Model 500,
Kenny Larkin,
Barrington Levy,
Suburban Knight,
Average White Band,
Pussy Galore,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.