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 Senegal 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Television to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Happenings,
Scrapy,
This Heat,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Essential Logic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gabor Szabo,
Icehouse,
Shoche,
Minor Threat,
The Sonics,
Darondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Beau Brummels,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Victims,
Cheater Slicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mad Mike,
Kaleidoscope,
Model 500,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kurtis Blow,
Rekid,
The Saints,
The Kinks,
The Fire Engines,
Pole,
The Fall,
Gang Green,
Bobby Hutcherson,
World's Most,
Byron Stingily,
Das Ding,
Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Q and Not U,
Severed Heads,
Basic Channel,
Depeche Mode,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Steve Hackett,
Black Flag,
Fela Kuti,
Talk Talk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skarface,
Hasil Adkins,
Warsaw,
E-Dancer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fuzztones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Human League,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.