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 Taiwan and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radiohead to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Juan Atkins,
Judy Mowatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Icehouse,
The Remains,
Drexciya,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crime,
Black Moon,
Wire,
Skarface,
Bill Wells,
Joe Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Invisible,
Godley & Creme,
Peter and Kerry,
Rakim,
Agitation Free,
Simply Red,
KRS-One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultra Naté,
Easy Going,
Interpol,
Das Ding,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neu!,
Black Sheep,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Stooges,
Eric Dolphy,
Yaz,
The Doors,
Eli Mardock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zero Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Scratch Acid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Clarke,
Gichy Dan,
Boredoms,
The Residents,
The Sound,
Dave Gahan,
The Vogues,
Wasted Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Banda Bassotti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television Personalities,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.