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 Russia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Saccharine Trust to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Eric Copeland,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Aural Exciters,
Unwound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Christie,
Sight & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantytec,
Agent Orange,
R.M.O.,
The Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moody Blues,
Joensuu 1685,
Danielle Patucci,
Lower 48,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Names,
the Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Howard Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
The Martian,
Derrick May,
The Move,
Niagra,
The Zeros,
Isaac Hayes,
The Litter,
Supertramp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Interpol,
The Offenders,
Scientists,
UT,
Scrapy,
Sugar Minott,
Nas,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Sound Behaviour,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül,
Amazonics,
Deepchord,
The Moleskins,
The New Christs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cramps,
Archie Shepp,
The Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantaleimon,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.