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 Venezuela and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Godley & Creme to the disco 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Interpol,
Byron Stingily,
The Doors,
Gregory Isaacs,
Franke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Motions,
Andrew Hill,
Suicide,
The Barracudas,
David Axelrod,
Skarface,
Iggy Pop,
Lungfish,
Ronan,
Stereo Dub,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Normal,
Visage,
Pere Ubu,
Mr. Review,
The Beau Brummels,
Maurizio,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Metal Thangz,
Nik Kershaw,
Fear,
Audionom,
Absolute Body Control,
Barclay James Harvest,
Supertramp,
Schoolly D,
Sarah Menescal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
B.T. Express,
T. Rex,
Bad Manners,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sex Pistols,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacques Brel,
The Raincoats,
Youth Brigade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jandek,
Anthony Braxton,
The Kinks,
Piero Umiliani,
Wings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultravox,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.