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 Monaco and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Kayak to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Wolf Eyes,
Desert Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Foxx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moleskins,
Toni Rubio,
Eddi Front,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantytec,
Harmonia,
The Trojans,
Technova,
Traffic Nightmare,
Accadde A,
Todd Rundgren,
Second Layer,
Mr. Review,
Nico,
Vainqueur,
Patti Smith,
The Wake,
Basic Channel,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-Ray Spex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Evens,
Country Teasers,
The Associates,
Nils Olav,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Severed Heads,
the Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
Ohio Players,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Copeland,
The Fugs,
David McCallum,
Livin' Joy,
Lalann,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ituana,
Andrew Hill,
Simply Red,
The Dirtbombs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gong,
The Saints,
L. Decosne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Talk Talk,
Graham Central Station,
Morten Harket,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.