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 Russia and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 The Moody Blues to the funk 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed,
T. Rex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yazoo,
Donny Hathaway,
Schoolly D,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mark Hollis,
The Zeros,
the Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
Clear Light,
The Star Department,
Magma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacques Brel,
Nico,
H. Thieme,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Leaves,
Gang Green,
Steve Hackett,
U.S. Maple,
The Red Krayola,
Radio Birdman,
Von Mondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Iggy Pop,
Thompson Twins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Khruangbin,
Maleditus Sound,
The Trojans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
D'Angelo,
Suburban Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Don Cherry,
Pierre Henry,
The Offenders,
Shoche,
New Age Steppers,
The Smiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boz Scaggs,
Liliput,
Jawbox,
The Busters,
Roxy Music,
The Litter,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cramps,
Tim Buckley,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker,
Tears for Fears,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.