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 Lesotho and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
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 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 Flash Fearless to the electroclash 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bronski Beat,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
Rufus Thomas,
Fat Boys,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ludus,
Buzzcocks,
Cluster,
Amon Düül II,
Mission of Burma,
The Flesh Eaters,
Al Stewart,
Yellowson,
Sparks,
The Fortunes,
The Smoke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Womack,
Moebius,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nils Olav,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gong,
Drive Like Jehu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dead C,
Graham Central Station,
Can,
Tom Boy,
The Move,
Albert Ayler,
Sight & Sound,
Gang of Four,
John Holt,
Man Parrish,
Magma,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echospace,
Alphaville,
Silicon Teens,
New Order,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fugs,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiohead,
Mad Mike,
Max Romeo,
Kerri Chandler,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mo-Dettes,
The Techniques,
the Soft Cell,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.