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 Slovenia and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Carl Craig to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slave,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vainqueur,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doors,
Brothers Johnson,
Nik Kershaw,
Das Ding,
Qualms,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Young Rascals,
Throbbing Gristle,
Talk Talk,
Altered Images,
The Star Department,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David McCallum,
Andrew Hill,
Rod Modell,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABC,
Visage,
The Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Sixth Finger,
10cc,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Zeros,
Darondo,
Wings,
Wally Richardson,
Judy Mowatt,
Crooked Eye,
Dave Gahan,
R.M.O.,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Lynne,
Organ,
Kayak,
Lalann,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heaven 17,
Cal Tjader,
Byron Stingily,
Aloha Tigers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Five Americans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mad Mike,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MDC,
Shoche,
Bobby Sherman,
Severed Heads,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.