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 Haiti and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Mark Hollis to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Iggy Pop,
Max Romeo,
Arthur Verocai,
Mantronix,
Robert Wyatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare,
Stereo Dub,
The Monochrome Set,
Funky Four + One,
Flipper,
The Saints,
The Count Five,
Unrelated Segments,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Supertramp,
Amazonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monolake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James White and The Blacks,
Shuggie Otis,
Youth Brigade,
The Index,
JFA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young,
The Martian,
Dual Sessions,
Thompson Twins,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Durutti Column,
Icehouse,
U.S. Maple,
K-Klass,
David Bowie,
Angry Samoans,
Darondo,
Television Personalities,
The Cramps,
The Dirtbombs,
Sight & Sound,
Motorama,
Monks,
Radio Birdman,
Man Parrish,
Roxy Music,
The Blackbyrds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Bauhaus,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.