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 Mali and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Searchers to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Black Pus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
Inner City,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doobie Brothers,
T. Rex,
Lalann,
Delta 5,
Minutemen,
Josef K,
Massinfluence,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-Ray Spex,
Zero Boys,
Nico,
These Immortal Souls,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Count Five,
Erykah Badu,
Pierre Henry,
Alice Coltrane,
Television,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantaleimon,
Fugazi,
Scion,
The Motions,
Brass Construction,
Sound Behaviour,
John Cale,
10cc,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
U.S. Maple,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heaven 17,
Camberwell Now,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy Collins,
Bush Tetras,
Shoche,
Mars,
Mo-Dettes,
Reuben Wilson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Idris Muhammad,
the Sonics,
Bluetip,
Underground Resistance,
Sugar Minott,
The Last Poets,
The Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick May,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.