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 Guatemala and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pussy Galore to the crunk 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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Dead C,
Howard Jones,
New Order,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vainqueur,
Shuggie Otis,
Eurythmics,
Junior Murvin,
Pole,
Goldenarms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiohead,
Suicide,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Y Pants,
10cc,
Delta 5,
John Foxx,
Neil Young,
Crash Course in Science,
Fluxion,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Panda Bear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unrelated Segments,
Symarip,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Divine Comedy,
Yaz,
The Moody Blues,
Franke,
Schoolly D,
Hot Snakes,
Severed Heads,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Zeros,
The Five Americans,
Excepter,
The Move,
Eric Dolphy,
The Toasters,
Wasted Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deepchord,
Pierre Henry,
Ultra Naté,
The Litter,
Siglo XX,
ABC,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.