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 Switzerland and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Victims to the electroclash 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Outsiders,
Cluster,
Sandy B,
Inner City,
Silicon Teens,
Panda Bear,
The Blues Magoos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Bananas,
Maleditus Sound,
Von Mondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moody Blues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barry Ungar,
The Misunderstood,
Danielle Patucci,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brass Construction,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marine Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alton Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Tommy Roe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siglo XX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Fraelich,
Underground Resistance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
AZ,
The American Breed,
Kas Product,
Slick Rick,
Rotary Connection,
Nik Kershaw,
Whodini,
KRS-One,
Scion,
The Slackers,
Sister Nancy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doobie Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.