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 Kiribati 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Second Layer to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Metal Thangz,
Hardrive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Hood,
The Stooges,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scion,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Clear Light,
PIL,
New Age Steppers,
The Trojans,
Bauhaus,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Style,
Dave Gahan,
Steve Hackett,
Michelle Simonal,
FM Einheit,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiohead,
X-102,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boredoms,
Thompson Twins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Marmalade,
Ice-T,
Eve St. Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swell Maps,
Aural Exciters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Sheep,
Idris Muhammad,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Mantronix,
The Victims,
Black Pus,
Mark Hollis,
Joensuu 1685,
Henry Cow,
Shuggie Otis,
Minor Threat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kayak,
Wings,
Lower 48,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.