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 Mauritania and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Agent Orange to the electroclash 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Wolf Eyes,
Delta 5,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Womack,
Goldenarms,
Ultravox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ponytail,
Piero Umiliani,
Harmonia,
Matthew Bourne,
The Motions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gories,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fluxion,
Soul II Soul,
Motorama,
Arcadia,
Kaleidoscope,
Angry Samoans,
Chris & Cosey,
Symarip,
Peter & Gordon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Yusef Lateef,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wings,
The Barracudas,
Basic Channel,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare,
ABBA,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shuggie Otis,
Godley & Creme,
Livin' Joy,
Technova,
Lalann,
Roger Hodgson,
Second Layer,
Dark Day,
Bush Tetras,
Buzzcocks,
Skaos,
Joey Negro,
Howard Jones,
Moebius,
Skarface,
D'Angelo,
China Crisis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Whodini,
The Fortunes,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.