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 Micronesia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grime 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nils Olav,
Von Mondo,
Whodini,
Oblivians,
Boredoms,
Liliput,
Depeche Mode,
Country Teasers,
Tears for Fears,
Mantronix,
Parry Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Tom Boy,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter & Gordon,
Roger Hodgson,
Kaleidoscope,
Panda Bear,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Underground Resistance,
Q65,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anthony Braxton,
Kurtis Blow,
Cheater Slicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Nik Kershaw,
John Foxx,
Colin Newman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Royal Trux,
A Certain Ratio,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Starr,
Ronnie Foster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arcadia,
Joy Division,
Black Flag,
The Tremeloes,
John Lydon,
The Birthday Party,
The Trojans,
Skaos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Q and Not U,
Porter Ricks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masters at Work,
Circle Jerks,
The Gun Club,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.