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 Guinea and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vainqueur to the funk 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Terry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Halsall,
Clear Light,
Moebius,
KRS-One,
The Skatalites,
New Order,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agent Orange,
Das Ding,
Thee Headcoats,
Goldenarms,
Black Pus,
AZ,
Yazoo,
Warsaw,
Bob Dylan,
Eli Mardock,
Agitation Free,
Jerry's Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sex Pistols,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
CMW,
Sixth Finger,
Fat Boys,
Unwound,
Amon Düül II,
Gabor Szabo,
Scrapy,
Robert Wyatt,
Audionom,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Toasters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-101,
Pere Ubu,
Arthur Verocai,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxy Music,
DNA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grauzone,
Man Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Moon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bronski Beat,
The Gun Club,
Section 25,
Terry Callier,
Crispy Ambulance,
48th St. Collective,
The Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.