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 Denmark and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Liaisons Dangereuses 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Japan,
Funky Four + One,
Symarip,
Aaron Thompson,
Hashim,
Bauhaus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Pus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cramps,
The Raincoats,
Chrome,
Audionom,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maleditus Sound,
Royal Trux,
The Birthday Party,
The Associates,
Ten City,
Thompson Twins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Altered Images,
Hardrive,
The Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flipper,
Ice-T,
Johnny Clarke,
Bluetip,
The Fortunes,
Howard Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Soft Machine,
Wasted Youth,
The Busters,
The Gories,
Henry Cow,
Ronnie Foster,
Tommy Roe,
Newcleus,
Dark Day,
Pussy Galore,
Monks,
Skaos,
Wally Richardson,
Deepchord,
Oblivians,
Guru Guru,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Animal Collective,
Amazonics,
Masters at Work,
Kayak,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.