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 Germany and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soft Cell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Teasers,
Audionom,
Bronski Beat,
Sound Behaviour,
Siglo XX,
Theoretical Girls,
Deakin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Visage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Association,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sandy B,
The Vogues,
Malaria!,
Agent Orange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cheater Slicks,
The Saints,
Albert Ayler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
The Star Department,
The Doors,
The J.B.'s,
Fatback Band,
10cc,
PIL,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare,
The Fugs,
Supertramp,
Wasted Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Terry Callier,
Marvin Gaye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
Bauhaus,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Parrish,
Newcleus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gladiators,
Moebius,
Boredoms,
Cymande,
Morten Harket,
Aloha Tigers,
The Litter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pulsallama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moby Grape,
Kevin Saunderson,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.