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 Argentina and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Jeff Lynne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
10cc,
Scan 7,
Eddi Front,
Buzzcocks,
The United States of America,
The Barracudas,
Morten Harket,
Con Funk Shun,
H. Thieme,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers,
Outsiders,
Sugar Minott,
Vladislav Delay,
Ohio Players,
Flipper,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Negative Approach,
B.T. Express,
John Lydon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
UT,
The Pretty Things,
Pantaleimon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Section 25,
Monolake,
Magazine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül,
The Moody Blues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Foxx,
Moebius,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Brothers Johnson,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fuzztones,
The Happenings,
U.S. Maple,
Camberwell Now,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pole,
the Human League,
Q65,
Magma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Little Man,
Bush Tetras,
cv313,
Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Henry Cow,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.