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 Panama and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Spandau Ballet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 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?
Boogie Down Productions,
Mark Hollis,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tres Demented,
Iggy Pop,
Grauzone,
Tim Buckley,
Ludus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
10cc,
The Zeros,
Altered Images,
Swell Maps,
Fatback Band,
Smog,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fuzztones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minny Pops,
Charles Mingus,
Symarip,
Ituana,
L. Decosne,
Malaria!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eden Ahbez,
John Coltrane,
Aswad,
Letta Mbulu,
Boz Scaggs,
Wings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skriet,
FM Einheit,
Eurythmics,
Blake Baxter,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare,
Donald Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brothers Johnson,
Ossler,
Loose Ends,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Fraelich,
Susan Cadogan,
Motorama,
Pierre Henry,
Anthony Braxton,
Nik Kershaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Prince Buster,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.