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 Rwanda and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar 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 electroclash 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Dirtbombs,
Camberwell Now,
Arthur Verocai,
The Remains,
Freddie Wadling,
E-Dancer,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Leaves,
Royal Trux,
Wire,
Wings,
Moebius,
Letta Mbulu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Qualms,
Unrelated Segments,
Tears for Fears,
The Moody Blues,
Anakelly,
The Divine Comedy,
Ralphi Rosario,
DNA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
Barrington Levy,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxette,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fatback Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Lydon,
Don Cherry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young,
Agitation Free,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erykah Badu,
The Residents,
Blossom Toes,
Black Sheep,
The Monochrome Set,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantaleimon,
The Last Poets,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Hill,
Alton Ellis,
The Raincoats,
Joy Division,
Donald Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris Corsano,
Malaria!,
Flash Fearless,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Count Five,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.