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 Bangladesh and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Supertramp,
Cybotron,
Black Flag,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Popol Vuh,
Magma,
Pagans,
John Lydon,
Nils Olav,
Connie Case,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eve St. Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Erykah Badu,
Zero Boys,
Brick,
Chrome,
Tres Demented,
The Cure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Near,
UT,
Half Japanese,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed,
Pantaleimon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alphaville,
Mars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agitation Free,
Pantytec,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fortunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The New Christs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Age Steppers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Los Fastidios,
Lungfish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television Personalities,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.