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 Malawi and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David McCallum to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Ten City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The American Breed,
AZ,
Donny Hathaway,
Byron Stingily,
Harry Pussy,
David Axelrod,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
8 Eyed Spy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skaos,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül II,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wolf Eyes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Das Ding,
Dawn Penn,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Görl,
The Sonics,
The Fall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Inner City,
ABBA,
The Smoke,
Von Mondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Max Romeo,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funkadelic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantaleimon,
Joyce Sims,
Blancmange,
Black Bananas,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fuzztones,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Searchers,
Black Moon,
The Music Machine,
ABC,
The Modern Lovers,
Warsaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.