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 India and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Basic Channel,
Little Man,
Funkadelic,
Sam Rivers,
Can,
Kayak,
The Raincoats,
Yazoo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Hood,
The Fugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maurizio,
Ultravox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Darondo,
Wings,
Erasure,
Nico,
Roger Hodgson,
Suburban Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Babytalk,
Livin' Joy,
Brass Construction,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Talk Talk,
The Motions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
B.T. Express,
Sight & Sound,
Simply Red,
Sugar Minott,
Piero Umiliani,
China Crisis,
Swell Maps,
Carl Craig,
LL Cool J,
Public Image Ltd.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nas,
The Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Patti Smith,
Desert Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.