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 Italy and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 The J.B.'s to the disco 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Howard Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Popol Vuh,
The Searchers,
Lou Christie,
JFA,
The Residents,
Suicide,
Bang On A Can,
Delta 5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter and Kerry,
Duran Duran,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marvin Gaye,
Stetsasonic,
Junior Murvin,
Chris Corsano,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Josef K,
ABC,
Blancmange,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pagans,
T. Rex,
Sparks,
Second Layer,
Anakelly,
The Standells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blake Baxter,
Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
The Victims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül II,
Marmalade,
John Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neu!,
Moss Icon,
Boz Scaggs,
Absolute Body Control,
CMW,
Mark Hollis,
Panda Bear,
Supertramp,
Nils Olav,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.