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 Poland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 J.B.'s to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers 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?
Susan Cadogan,
Main Source,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Machine,
The Cure,
Agitation Free,
Niagra,
Derrick Morgan,
The Happenings,
The Barracudas,
AZ,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Germs,
Metal Thangz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siglo XX,
The Pretty Things,
Deepchord,
New York Dolls,
The Trojans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spoonie Gee,
The Techniques,
The Toasters,
World's Most,
Moss Icon,
Mr. Review,
Spandau Ballet,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Procol Harum,
Urselle,
Hashim,
Roxy Music,
Grauzone,
Trumans Water,
Circle Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
UT,
The Invisible,
The Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker,
Pantaleimon,
Popol Vuh,
Bad Manners,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Letta Mbulu,
Lower 48,
X-101,
Brass Construction,
Das Ding,
Crime,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Steve Hackett,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.