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 Djibouti and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Remains to the dance 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Byron Stingily,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bizarre Inc.,
June Days,
Blancmange,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalann,
Moss Icon,
Tres Demented,
E-Dancer,
Au Pairs,
The Slackers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Wings,
Dave Gahan,
Sex Pistols,
Piero Umiliani,
Brand Nubian,
Donald Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
World's Most,
Surgeon,
Pantytec,
The Remains,
Gang of Four,
The Young Rascals,
MC5,
Gichy Dan,
Khruangbin,
Stereo Dub,
Jacob Miller,
F. McDonald,
Brass Construction,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
Yaz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Evens,
Freddie Wadling,
Average White Band,
Negative Approach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Normal,
Second Layer,
Pierre Henry,
Alice Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crime,
Marine Girls,
Malaria!,
Bobby Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Danielle Patucci,
Agitation Free,
48th St. Collective,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.