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 Namibia and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pussy Galore to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Inner City,
The Remains,
The Victims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
JFA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Babytalk,
Monolake,
Erykah Badu,
Joy Division,
Mark Hollis,
Rotary Connection,
Severed Heads,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Move,
Suicide,
Oneida,
Maurizio,
The Young Rascals,
X-Ray Spex,
Section 25,
Henry Cow,
Newcleus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Clarke,
Deakin,
Arab on Radar,
The Selecter,
Kerri Chandler,
Anakelly,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Popol Vuh,
Junior Murvin,
The Cramps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Khruangbin,
Banda Bassotti,
Swell Maps,
Kerrie Biddell,
James White and The Blacks,
Steve Hackett,
Ohio Players,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Don Cherry,
David Bowie,
The Searchers,
Liliput,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.