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 Malaysia and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Chocolate Watch Band 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
The Mojo Men,
Delon & Dalcan,
Au Pairs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gabor Szabo,
Lindisfarne,
The Residents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Order,
Cecil Taylor,
Boogie Down Productions,
K-Klass,
Ohio Players,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalann,
Roxy Music,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry's Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
10cc,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neu!,
Con Funk Shun,
Symarip,
Tears for Fears,
The Fugs,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Near,
the Swans,
cv313,
the Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minutemen,
Monolake,
UT,
Masters at Work,
Alice Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anthony Braxton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Christie,
Lyres,
Kaleidoscope,
Malaria!,
Easy Going,
Negative Approach,
Ultimate Spinach,
The American Breed,
Aloha Tigers,
Marmalade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
Amazonics,
Japan,
The Durutti Column,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.