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 Japan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 The Standells to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Hot Snakes,
Organ,
The Happenings,
the Human League,
Moss Icon,
Al Stewart,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABBA,
Alton Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter & Gordon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New York Dolls,
Parry Music,
Bill Near,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
Soul II Soul,
The Seeds,
The Martian,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eve St. Jones,
Clear Light,
kango's stein massive,
The Slackers,
Mark Hollis,
Glambeats Corp.,
DNA,
Black Moon,
The Human League,
Fear,
Joe Finger,
Delta 5,
X-Ray Spex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eli Mardock,
The Gun Club,
Janne Schatter,
Cameo,
The Monks,
Scratch Acid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
B.T. Express,
The J.B.'s,
Ossler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Q65,
Arthur Verocai,
Amazonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Alice Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
The Techniques,
Aural Exciters,
10cc,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.