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 Thailand and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Donald Fagen 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the disco 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultimate Spinach,
This Heat,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Dolphy,
The Tremeloes,
Alice Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Sun City Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Little Man,
Camouflage,
The Associates,
Bad Manners,
Aloha Tigers,
Mars,
Fugazi,
Blake Baxter,
The American Breed,
Brand Nubian,
Monks,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barbara Tucker,
The Invisible,
John Foxx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Y Pants,
Junior Murvin,
R.M.O.,
The Grass Roots,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Lower 48,
D'Angelo,
Metal Thangz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arcadia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wolf Eyes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
In Retrospect,
Barrington Levy,
Sparks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slackers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Busters,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.