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 Kuwait and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Knickerbockers to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Suburban Knight,
K-Klass,
Archie Shepp,
Susan Cadogan,
Eden Ahbez,
The Tremeloes,
Camouflage,
Ultravox,
Ohio Players,
Todd Terry,
Boredoms,
Sun City Girls,
Jandek,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tubeway Army,
Theoretical Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sight & Sound,
Lower 48,
Gang Green,
The Slackers,
Skriet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Tim Buckley,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ten City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neu!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Guru Guru,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fluxion,
Blossom Toes,
X-102,
The Invisible,
The Real Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barrington Levy,
MC5,
the Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
L. Decosne,
Icehouse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Flag,
Josef K,
cv313,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pet Shop Boys,
F. McDonald,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.