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 Sri Lanka and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Marine Girls 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Television,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fall,
Ultra Naté,
Faust,
Mr. Review,
Boredoms,
Blossom Toes,
Reuben Wilson,
Yazoo,
Section 25,
The Motions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kas Product,
Alton Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
The Durutti Column,
The Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
Deakin,
Robert Wyatt,
Absolute Body Control,
Q65,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aaron Thompson,
EPMD,
PIL,
The Moleskins,
Circle Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Saccharine Trust,
Barbara Tucker,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fuzztones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Easy Going,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young,
the Sonics,
The Offenders,
The Vogues,
The Gories,
Kenny Larkin,
Television Personalities,
Henry Cow,
Tears for Fears,
Ponytail,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick Morgan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Isaac Hayes,
The Neon Judgement,
Marine Girls,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bush Tetras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Starr,
Livin' Joy,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.