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 Ghana and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Hot Snakes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Au Pairs,
The American Breed,
June Days,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Delta 5,
Bad Manners,
The Birthday Party,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dead C,
Minutemen,
The Offenders,
Scratch Acid,
Moebius,
Tres Demented,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young,
Brick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nico,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
F. McDonald,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Christie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minnie Riperton,
Dark Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Essential Logic,
Marine Girls,
The Sound,
Yazoo,
Spandau Ballet,
Zero Boys,
Wings,
The Saints,
Cybotron,
E-Dancer,
Animal Collective,
Black Sheep,
The Techniques,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Moon,
The Remains,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Invisible,
Isaac Hayes,
Visage,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moss Icon,
Rod Modell,
Fluxion,
Reagan Youth,
Radio Birdman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.