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 Serbia and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Reuben Wilson to the electroclash 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Interpol,
Blancmange,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television Personalities,
Howard Jones,
Section 25,
Banda Bassotti,
Monolake,
Nik Kershaw,
Porter Ricks,
Royal Trux,
John Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed,
Mr. Review,
Smog,
the Swans,
Rapeman,
The Martian,
OOIOO,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yellowson,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Searchers,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cameo,
Talk Talk,
R.M.O.,
The Selecter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shoche,
Intrusion,
Essential Logic,
Eden Ahbez,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Duran Duran,
The Cramps,
Deepchord,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camberwell Now,
Sarah Menescal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donny Hathaway,
Funky Four + One,
Piero Umiliani,
Alton Ellis,
Hashim,
Q65,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joy Division,
Janne Schatter,
Marine Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.