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 Lesotho and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
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 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 Rod Modell to the punk 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Basic Channel,
Charles Mingus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jandek,
Mandrill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skaos,
Outsiders,
Terry Callier,
Dual Sessions,
Stiv Bators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Patti Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Graham Central Station,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glenn Branca,
Bush Tetras,
Iggy Pop,
Moss Icon,
Laurel Aitken,
Flash Fearless,
Sam Rivers,
The Vogues,
Rosa Yemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Groovy Waters,
Swell Maps,
Amazonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gun Club,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liliput,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Max Romeo,
Mantronix,
Tommy Roe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slits,
Dark Day,
Kas Product,
Morten Harket,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dennis Brown,
ABC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hot Snakes,
Joyce Sims,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.