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 Saudi Arabia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Warsaw to the punk 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
X-101,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nas,
Mad Mike,
Icehouse,
the Normal,
Pagans,
Television,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Techniques,
Scion,
The Pop Group,
Ultra Naté,
X-Ray Spex,
K-Klass,
Roxy Music,
Echospace,
Cameo,
Radiohead,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker,
Symarip,
Parry Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Subhumans,
Fad Gadget,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monolake,
Mars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Black Dice,
David Axelrod,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mark Hollis,
Absolute Body Control,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Womack,
B.T. Express,
Zapp,
The Stooges,
Yaz,
James White and The Blacks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Copeland,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yazoo,
Inner City,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Hood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Enemy,
Joy Division,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.