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 Malaysia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 David McCallum to the dance 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeru the Damaja,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra,
Motorama,
Faraquet,
The Seeds,
Moebius,
Rekid,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deepchord,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Almond,
Connie Case,
Nils Olav,
Fela Kuti,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Parry Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Foxx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Teasers,
Charles Mingus,
Oneida,
Pulsallama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric B and Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Davy DMX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick May,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sarah Menescal,
The Associates,
Unwound,
Magma,
H. Thieme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dark Day,
ABC,
L. Decosne,
The Red Krayola,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Sherman,
Stereo Dub,
Sam Rivers,
Maleditus Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Patti Smith,
Khruangbin,
Dead Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eve St. Jones,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.