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 Burundi and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the techno 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Panda Bear,
Ralphi Rosario,
Davy DMX,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythm & Sound,
EPMD,
Eli Mardock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Desert Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers,
The Victims,
Kayak,
Yellowson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warsaw,
The Busters,
The Birthday Party,
Wings,
Black Moon,
Lungfish,
Alphaville,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Kinks,
The Real Kids,
Minutemen,
Jawbox,
Groovy Waters,
The Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Inner City,
The Remains,
Maurizio,
Los Fastidios,
Adolescents,
Suicide,
Byron Stingily,
Rapeman,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mummies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Godley & Creme,
The Blackbyrds,
The Zeros,
Nas,
The Star Department,
Max Romeo,
John Holt,
Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
John Lydon,
Easy Going,
The Selecter,
B.T. Express,
Silicon Teens,
Janne Schatter,
Dennis Brown,
Grey Daturas,
Brick,
Aural Exciters,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.