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 Azerbaijan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the crunk 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Erykah Badu,
Ossler,
Buzzcocks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pretty Things,
Livin' Joy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Residents,
Idris Muhammad,
These Immortal Souls,
Lightning Bolt,
David McCallum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Interpol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Last Poets,
Theoretical Girls,
Index,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Iggy Pop,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mr. Review,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra,
China Crisis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marvin Gaye,
Mo-Dettes,
Cluster,
OOIOO,
Make Up,
Jandek,
Gang Green,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Juan Atkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fall,
Crime,
Franke,
MC5,
Accadde A,
Lindisfarne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
Colin Newman,
Delta 5,
Nirvana,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris Corsano,
The Offenders,
Freddie Wadling,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerrie Biddell,
DNA,
Adolescents,
Nation of Ulysses,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.