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 Ukraine and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Crime to the rap 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Al Stewart,
The Fortunes,
PIL,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dual Sessions,
Graham Central Station,
Joy Division,
Organ,
Essential Logic,
The Mummies,
John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barry Ungar,
New York Dolls,
kango's stein massive,
Joey Negro,
This Heat,
Zero Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Wolf Eyes,
John Lydon,
The Fall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Sarah Menescal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brand Nubian,
Main Source,
Blossom Toes,
The Angels of Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Michelle Simonal,
Magazine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Trojans,
Thompson Twins,
The Fuzztones,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faraquet,
Swans,
Arcadia,
Crime,
Metal Thangz,
The Saints,
Jeff Mills,
Soul II Soul,
The Leaves,
Boredoms,
The Golliwogs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül,
Jawbox,
Negative Approach,
Junior Murvin,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anakelly,
Simply Red,
Kayak,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.