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 Luxembourg and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Don Cherry to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
X-Ray Spex,
Das Ding,
Brick,
The Gladiators,
Lindisfarne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Inner City,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cowsills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delta 5,
The Offenders,
Malaria!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
E-Dancer,
Boredoms,
Thee Headcoats,
The Toasters,
Mission of Burma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Byron Stingily,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hashim,
Mr. Review,
Harry Pussy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Kas Product,
Pierre Henry,
Accadde A,
Flash Fearless,
Monks,
The Gap Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Sex Pistols,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barry Ungar,
Rod Modell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Al Stewart,
The Skatalites,
Blossom Toes,
Nirvana,
The Pretty Things,
Nation of Ulysses,
UT,
The Fortunes,
Bronski Beat,
Marvin Gaye,
Flipper,
Motorama,
T. Rex,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.