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 France and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 The Buckinghams to the funk 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wire,
Mission of Burma,
Section 25,
Bobby Byrd,
Fear,
Rekid,
June of 44,
Todd Rundgren,
Rites of Spring,
Roxette,
Scientists,
Pere Ubu,
Hasil Adkins,
Schoolly D,
The Pop Group,
10cc,
Animal Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Index,
The Motions,
Warren Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
The Standells,
Swans,
Procol Harum,
The Remains,
Althea and Donna,
The Selecter,
The Names,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dirtbombs,
Suburban Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Anthony Braxton,
Fela Kuti,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed,
Dave Gahan,
Mantronix,
Stockholm Monsters,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker,
Tears for Fears,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aswad,
Frankie Knuckles,
Be Bop Deluxe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alison Limerick,
The Mummies,
DNA,
Vladislav Delay,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New York Dolls,
Unwound,
Davy DMX,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.