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 Burundi and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Five Americans to the dance 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mr. Review,
The Toasters,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultravox,
Crime,
Parry Music,
Yaz,
T. Rex,
Tubeway Army,
The American Breed,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Charles Mingus,
Negative Approach,
The Music Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Star Department,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Depeche Mode,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Offenders,
Black Pus,
Fear,
Ice-T,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Christie,
Sugar Minott,
Amazonics,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rakim,
Niagra,
Sun Ra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joey Negro,
Rekid,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slackers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cramps,
Absolute Body Control,
Adolescents,
Iggy Pop,
Buzzcocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moby Grape,
Moebius,
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.