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 Ethiopia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Jeru the Damaja to the techno 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Warsaw,
The Names,
Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bluetip,
Model 500,
Sällskapet,
Fat Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Style,
Hardrive,
These Immortal Souls,
The Misunderstood,
Y Pants,
Jacob Miller,
Lindisfarne,
Thee Headcoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Bowie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Josef K,
Smog,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
The Smiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Blake Baxter,
The Stooges,
Oblivians,
JFA,
Dead Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Carl Craig,
Gang of Four,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Near,
Albert Ayler,
Pole,
Subhumans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agent Orange,
June Days,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wasted Youth,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.