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 Sierra Leone 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Eve St. Jones to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu 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?
Barclay James Harvest,
Blake Baxter,
Negative Approach,
Wally Richardson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shoche,
Roxette,
The Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
John Cale,
The Cramps,
Joe Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Red Krayola,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eurythmics,
Boz Scaggs,
Angry Samoans,
Funky Four + One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rod Modell,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
Monolake,
Niagra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fatback Band,
The Busters,
The Remains,
Visage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sam Rivers,
World's Most,
Don Cherry,
Massinfluence,
Agitation Free,
Dark Day,
Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David McCallum,
Quando Quango,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ohio Players,
Barbara Tucker,
The Grass Roots,
Cameo,
Prince Buster,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Durutti Column,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lucky Dragons,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The J.B.'s,
Severed Heads,
Steve Hackett,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.