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 Montenegro and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Happenings to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a sitar 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
MC5,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pop Group,
Neu!,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moody Blues,
the Association,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
Unwound,
Suicide,
Stockholm Monsters,
Model 500,
Minnie Riperton,
Henry Cow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Germs,
L. Decosne,
CMW,
Steve Hackett,
Godley & Creme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suburban Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gabor Szabo,
Skriet,
Lower 48,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Depeche Mode,
Chris & Cosey,
Brass Construction,
T.S.O.L.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cybotron,
Crime,
Goldenarms,
Yusef Lateef,
Ituana,
Byron Stingily,
a-ha,
Procol Harum,
Public Enemy,
The Walker Brothers,
Supertramp,
Ultra Naté,
Susan Cadogan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-101,
Kaleidoscope,
Hot Snakes,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.