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 Kazakhstan and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Roxette to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Ronnie Foster,
Malaria!,
the Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Nirvana,
Anthony Braxton,
Porter Ricks,
E-Dancer,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott Heron,
EPMD,
Wings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalann,
the Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxy Music,
Niagra,
Scrapy,
Visage,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Detroit Cobras,
Suicide,
Q65,
The Leaves,
June Days,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
a-ha,
Andrew Hill,
Lakeside,
The American Breed,
Cheater Slicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Simply Red,
H. Thieme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Sneak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantytec,
Pulsallama,
LL Cool J,
David McCallum,
Heaven 17,
The Associates,
Ossler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rites of Spring,
Main Source,
Groovy Waters,
Mark Hollis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Prince Buster,
The Walker Brothers,
AZ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang of Four,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxette,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.