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 Senegal and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Holger Czukay 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 Henry Cow to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Pagans 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Smiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Television Personalities,
Quadrant,
The Count Five,
The Fall,
Liliput,
Ohio Players,
Black Bananas,
Mission of Burma,
The Dirtbombs,
The Skatalites,
Brass Construction,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crooked Eye,
The Star Department,
Wings,
Rapeman,
Arthur Verocai,
The Black Dice,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül,
Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Niagra,
Oneida,
The Pretty Things,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Halsall,
Make Up,
Newcleus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mr. Review,
Janne Schatter,
Terry Callier,
Zapp,
Ossler,
Juan Atkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Sherman,
Don Cherry,
UT,
Graham Central Station,
Desert Stars,
Patti Smith,
Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Basic Channel,
Skriet,
Yaz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalann,
Organ,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.