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 Swaziland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Grauzone to the rock 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scratch Acid,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lyres,
Bush Tetras,
The Human League,
Moby Grape,
Josef K,
Jeff Lynne,
Mandrill,
Gang Green,
Fad Gadget,
Schoolly D,
Spoonie Gee,
The Red Krayola,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nas,
The Invisible,
The Leaves,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eurythmics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wings,
Index,
Arthur Verocai,
The Divine Comedy,
Minor Threat,
Lungfish,
The Associates,
Hoover,
Nirvana,
The Star Department,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wire,
Morten Harket,
The Remains,
Eddi Front,
Kas Product,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Los Fastidios,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smiths,
Minnie Riperton,
The Selecter,
Depeche Mode,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stockholm Monsters,
Motorama,
Ice-T,
Lightning Bolt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Smooth,
Tres Demented,
Man Parrish,
John Holt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Al Stewart,
Agent Orange,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.