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 Bahrain and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Subhumans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
R.M.O.,
Boredoms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rosa Yemen,
Toni Rubio,
Brand Nubian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Clarke,
Siglo XX,
John Foxx,
Television Personalities,
The Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dawn Penn,
Wally Richardson,
Steve Hackett,
The Vogues,
Henry Cow,
Barbara Tucker,
Graham Central Station,
The Invisible,
Urselle,
Erykah Badu,
Young Marble Giants,
The Red Krayola,
Black Sheep,
Quadrant,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mojo Men,
Hoover,
Harmonia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
AZ,
Darondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dennis Brown,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Main Source,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.