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 El Salvador and from New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Alison Limerick to the crunk 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suicide,
Public Enemy,
Nils Olav,
Severed Heads,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blues Magoos,
Scan 7,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Görl,
Flipper,
Model 500,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dawn Penn,
Pole,
Isaac Hayes,
Warren Ellis,
Skaos,
Excepter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Niagra,
Popol Vuh,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dead Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Hardrive,
Talk Talk,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fuzztones,
Aloha Tigers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Monolake,
Absolute Body Control,
Silicon Teens,
The Seeds,
the Germs,
Fear,
Chris & Cosey,
Colin Newman,
Todd Terry,
Glenn Branca,
Bad Manners,
The Raincoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brass Construction,
Derrick May,
The Music Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Laurel Aitken,
a-ha,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eurythmics,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.