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 Afghanistan and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Interpol to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Style,
Magazine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lower 48,
Los Fastidios,
Quando Quango,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mission of Burma,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Buckinghams,
Scientists,
Suicide,
The Vogues,
Darondo,
Monolake,
One Last Wish,
Blossom Toes,
Television Personalities,
EPMD,
Moby Grape,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cameo,
CMW,
New Age Steppers,
Barry Ungar,
James White and The Blacks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick May,
Spoonie Gee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marine Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Oblivians,
Panda Bear,
The Motions,
Iggy Pop,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blues Magoos,
Albert Ayler,
Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Thee Headcoats,
Josef K,
Adolescents,
Pere Ubu,
Zero Boys,
The Index,
David Axelrod,
Royal Trux,
Godley & Creme,
Max Romeo,
Morten Harket,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Wake,
Boz Scaggs,
T.S.O.L.,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.