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 New Zealand and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 Donny Hathaway to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Camouflage,
Rapeman,
Average White Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
K-Klass,
Patti Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Groovy Waters,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun City Girls,
New Order,
Ten City,
Organ,
Sister Nancy,
Loose Ends,
Morten Harket,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young,
Monolake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dark Day,
Mr. Review,
The Kinks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barry Ungar,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Isaac Hayes,
D'Angelo,
FM Einheit,
Black Moon,
Young Marble Giants,
Alphaville,
Royal Trux,
Al Stewart,
The Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Massinfluence,
Skriet,
Prince Buster,
The Stooges,
The Slackers,
Deepchord,
Subhumans,
David Axelrod,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deadbeat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang of Four,
Minnie Riperton,
Harmonia,
Qualms,
Sixth Finger,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.