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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Prince Buster to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Country Teasers,
Metal Thangz,
Fluxion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monolake,
Neu!,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reuben Wilson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lungfish,
Barry Ungar,
Bad Manners,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Niagra,
Pere Ubu,
X-Ray Spex,
Banda Bassotti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cure,
Alison Limerick,
Flipper,
DJ Style,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bauhaus,
Animal Collective,
Lower 48,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harry Pussy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Misunderstood,
Dave Gahan,
The Index,
Second Layer,
Tres Demented,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magazine,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Los Fastidios,
Urselle,
Roxette,
Swell Maps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Half Japanese,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The American Breed,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.