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 Fiji and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Niagra to the electroclash 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Albert Ayler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Selecter,
Lungfish,
Theoretical Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers,
Jacob Miller,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agent Orange,
Qualms,
Sun City Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Laurel Aitken,
Althea and Donna,
Young Marble Giants,
Cameo,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Model 500,
Pylon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Standells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mars,
Mo-Dettes,
B.T. Express,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Yusef Lateef,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agitation Free,
Brick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter and Kerry,
Altered Images,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doobie Brothers,
EPMD,
Yellowson,
Buzzcocks,
Rotary Connection,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marmalade,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed,
the Normal,
Skriet,
David McCallum,
UT,
Piero Umiliani,
Urselle,
James White and The Blacks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
The Stooges,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monochrome Set,
One Last Wish,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.