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 St Lucia and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Arthur Verocai to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
the Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Music Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
The Martian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moss Icon,
Slave,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blues Magoos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bauhaus,
EPMD,
Clear Light,
Deepchord,
The Move,
Bob Dylan,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Copeland,
Lyres,
Deakin,
Animal Collective,
John Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suburban Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Oneida,
Jacques Brel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
New Order,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Christie,
Faust,
F. McDonald,
Crime,
Carl Craig,
John Lydon,
The Searchers,
Max Romeo,
Brick,
Underground Resistance,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mission of Burma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Accadde A,
Michelle Simonal,
Rekid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.