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 Samoa and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Cure to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Spoonie Gee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang On A Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Panda Bear,
Quadrant,
FM Einheit,
The Golliwogs,
Visage,
Bad Manners,
Mantronix,
Blancmange,
The Pretty Things,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erykah Badu,
Erasure,
The Cramps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agitation Free,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eden Ahbez,
Accadde A,
The Divine Comedy,
Yellowson,
Hashim,
Moby Grape,
Tommy Roe,
Symarip,
Crime,
Youth Brigade,
The Gun Club,
the Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Happenings,
B.T. Express,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shoche,
Section 25,
Skriet,
Vainqueur,
Babytalk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nas,
Todd Terry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rakim,
Ponytail,
The Buckinghams,
The Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Moss Icon,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.