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 Greece and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 X-Ray Spex to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Bobby Byrd,
Excepter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Henry Cow,
Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxette,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Neon Judgement,
Max Romeo,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radio Birdman,
The Walker Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Chris Corsano,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Sheep,
Section 25,
Alison Limerick,
Audionom,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Main Source,
The Dirtbombs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yazoo,
Clear Light,
Darondo,
Symarip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yaz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The J.B.'s,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Bourne,
Metal Thangz,
Scan 7,
Girls At Our Best!,
Josef K,
James White and The Blacks,
Gong,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mad Mike,
KRS-One,
Ice-T,
Rod Modell,
The Five Americans,
Jacob Miller,
New Age Steppers,
Freddie Wadling,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.