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 Venezuela and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Sonics to the funk 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Durutti Column,
The Slackers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Litter,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantaleimon,
Ituana,
John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Age Steppers,
The Mummies,
Nils Olav,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sällskapet,
Royal Trux,
Lungfish,
Janne Schatter,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Moon,
Eric Copeland,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
The Zeros,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young,
Blake Baxter,
Hoover,
Q and Not U,
Lebanon Hanover,
cv313,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter and Kerry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Little Man,
Cameo,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Bad Manners,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eddi Front,
The Monochrome Set,
Oneida,
The Dirtbombs,
Symarip,
Slave,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monolake,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.