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 Kazakhstan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Brick to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Trojans,
Flipper,
The Toasters,
Hashim,
Sun City Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Ossler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zapp,
David Axelrod,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lindisfarne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalann,
Joey Negro,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Red Krayola,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Sherman,
Lakeside,
Supertramp,
Ultra Naté,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Max Romeo,
Deadbeat,
Hoover,
Grauzone,
The Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Henry Cow,
Sexual Harrassment,
PIL,
The Barracudas,
UT,
Organ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiohead,
Kerri Chandler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moleskins,
The Five Americans,
Loose Ends,
Sam Rivers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camberwell Now,
EPMD,
Livin' Joy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.