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 Bhutan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grunge 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marmalade,
Stiv Bators,
The Remains,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monochrome Set,
Lower 48,
Icehouse,
Inner City,
Stereo Dub,
Funky Four + One,
Niagra,
Jacques Brel,
Japan,
Boz Scaggs,
PIL,
Alison Limerick,
FM Einheit,
Symarip,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gories,
Jacob Miller,
Duran Duran,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
H. Thieme,
L. Decosne,
Godley & Creme,
Black Moon,
Lungfish,
Newcleus,
The Misunderstood,
Yusef Lateef,
Fear,
Clear Light,
Yaz,
Ornette Coleman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tom Boy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bronski Beat,
Pole,
Eurythmics,
The Motions,
R.M.O.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Little Man,
Intrusion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gichy Dan,
Chrome,
Ken Boothe,
Howard Jones,
Animal Collective,
Eddi Front,
The Busters,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.