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 Kazakhstan and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Dennis Brown to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pretty Things,
The Moody Blues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Circle Jerks,
Scion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Five Americans,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roger Hodgson,
The New Christs,
Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Niagra,
The Birthday Party,
Byron Stingily,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Names,
One Last Wish,
T. Rex,
Excepter,
L. Decosne,
Chrome,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ken Boothe,
Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül,
Minny Pops,
Con Funk Shun,
Magma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Modern Lovers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Throbbing Gristle,
June Days,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Happenings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
The Golliwogs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Smooth,
X-101,
Trumans Water,
Oblivians,
R.M.O.,
Lou Christie,
Patti Smith,
Severed Heads,
David McCallum,
Al Stewart,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.