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 Lithuania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Alton Ellis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Smiths,
The Beau Brummels,
The Skatalites,
Half Japanese,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pole,
Hasil Adkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonic Youth,
Wings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nils Olav,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
PIL,
John Lydon,
The Zeros,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
AZ,
Ohio Players,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marvin Gaye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Halsall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monochrome Set,
Alice Coltrane,
Whodini,
The Black Dice,
Ronan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maleditus Sound,
Radio Birdman,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Panda Bear,
Letta Mbulu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül,
Angry Samoans,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Tremeloes,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masters at Work,
The Fugs,
Robert Görl,
Vainqueur,
Groovy Waters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Lynne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.