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 Latvia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moss Icon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q65,
Godley & Creme,
Mo-Dettes,
The Trojans,
Parry Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-102,
UT,
Television,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rekid,
The Pretty Things,
Altered Images,
The Cowsills,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nik Kershaw,
Arcadia,
Rod Modell,
cv313,
Josef K,
The Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alison Limerick,
The Star Department,
Camouflage,
Crash Course in Science,
The Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Buckinghams,
Pierre Henry,
Lower 48,
Funkadelic,
Terry Callier,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Residents,
B.T. Express,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blancmange,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fatback Band,
Nas,
Yusef Lateef,
Pagans,
Crooked Eye,
The Fall,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dirtbombs,
Lucky Dragons,
Barry Ungar,
Dawn Penn,
Barrington Levy,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.