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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Albert Ayler to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
DJ Style,
JFA,
Sandy B,
EPMD,
The Zeros,
Jawbox,
The Velvet Underground,
Ken Boothe,
The Real Kids,
June Days,
Lee Hazlewood,
Qualms,
Oblivians,
Arcadia,
Country Teasers,
UT,
Fugazi,
48th St. Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Essential Logic,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Görl,
The Cure,
Minor Threat,
Graham Central Station,
The Trojans,
The Moleskins,
John Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crooked Eye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
World's Most,
Wolf Eyes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Clear Light,
The Five Americans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Althea and Donna,
One Last Wish,
Freddie Wadling,
Loose Ends,
Oneida,
Heaven 17,
Robert Wyatt,
Urselle,
Au Pairs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fad Gadget,
Kerri Chandler,
Sällskapet,
Soft Machine,
Cal Tjader,
The Litter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warsaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donald Byrd,
The Leaves,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.