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 Uganda and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Loose Ends to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Hardrive,
The Toasters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Half Japanese,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Franke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronnie Foster,
The Searchers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moby Grape,
Theoretical Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marmalade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Green,
Young Marble Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
Lebanon Hanover,
The New Christs,
Joyce Sims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Excepter,
Robert Hood,
Scientists,
Lower 48,
Blake Baxter,
Lalann,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Offenders,
The Monks,
Animal Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sixth Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Starr,
Maleditus Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick May,
EPMD,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Maurizio,
Eden Ahbez,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boredoms,
Robert Görl,
Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
Subhumans,
Harmonia,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.