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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lou Reed 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 Bauhaus to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Morten Harket,
Ultravox,
Gichy Dan,
Second Layer,
Lou Christie,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young,
The Techniques,
Supertramp,
Lyres,
Skaos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Franke,
U.S. Maple,
The Wake,
Nico,
Jeff Mills,
Mandrill,
R.M.O.,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Association,
Black Flag,
Loose Ends,
Quando Quango,
DJ Style,
Al Stewart,
Qualms,
Wolf Eyes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yellowson,
Dave Gahan,
Banda Bassotti,
Trumans Water,
The Moody Blues,
ABBA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slave,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Byron Stingily,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rosa Yemen,
Roger Hodgson,
Zapp,
Charles Mingus,
The Fortunes,
Animal Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
Lakeside,
Heaven 17,
Soft Machine,
Goldenarms,
Shuggie Otis,
Dual Sessions,
Easy Going,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.