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 Marshall Islands and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Foxx to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Bourne,
U.S. Maple,
Flipper,
KRS-One,
Eli Mardock,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Terry,
Fad Gadget,
Rites of Spring,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Stooges,
Minny Pops,
Lightning Bolt,
The Associates,
Mr. Review,
Ken Boothe,
Vainqueur,
Nirvana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ludus,
Matthew Halsall,
Yusef Lateef,
Frankie Knuckles,
World's Most,
Marine Girls,
Godley & Creme,
The Kinks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Starr,
Colin Newman,
Babytalk,
The Busters,
The Zeros,
Absolute Body Control,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Move,
Black Moon,
The Durutti Column,
New York Dolls,
Chris & Cosey,
Sandy B,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alison Limerick,
The Star Department,
Easy Going,
Organ,
DJ Sneak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Five Americans,
The Names,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Lynne,
the Slits,
Anakelly,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.