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 Costa Rica and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fortunes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Star Department,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Cale,
Smog,
Tres Demented,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lyres,
The Busters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Terry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Moon,
Chrome,
Clear Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxy Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Last Poets,
Tommy Roe,
Jacques Brel,
Television Personalities,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brick,
Gang Starr,
The Slits,
Desert Stars,
MC5,
Brothers Johnson,
Excepter,
Delta 5,
The Human League,
Erasure,
The Sound,
Black Bananas,
The Pop Group,
The Vogues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra,
Monks,
Schoolly D,
Deakin,
Section 25,
Alice Coltrane,
John Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Wolf Eyes,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun City Girls,
FM Einheit,
The Offenders,
Model 500,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harmonia,
Scan 7,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.