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 Yemen and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 48th St. Collective to the rock 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
R.M.O.,
Khruangbin,
The Martian,
Au Pairs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter & Gordon,
Pole,
The Count Five,
Soul II Soul,
Zapp,
Yellowson,
Vladislav Delay,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Slave,
Scrapy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deakin,
Pulsallama,
Judy Mowatt,
The Music Machine,
Hoover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glenn Branca,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Juan Atkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
CMW,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doors,
Barbara Tucker,
Sandy B,
E-Dancer,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Clarke,
The Vogues,
The Golliwogs,
Vainqueur,
Severed Heads,
Dennis Brown,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Last Poets,
Make Up,
Ossler,
Altered Images,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Josef K,
The Trojans,
Sam Rivers,
The Move,
Black Flag,
The Tremeloes,
Whodini,
Bob Dylan,
Iggy Pop,
Man Eating Sloth,
Guru Guru,
Groovy Waters,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.