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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DNA to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cure,
Magma,
Interpol,
Aural Exciters,
OOIOO,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Evens,
Drexciya,
Toni Rubio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Prince Buster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fall,
Grey Daturas,
The Selecter,
DNA,
Angry Samoans,
Marmalade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy Collins,
Y Pants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
The Young Rascals,
Goldenarms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Five Americans,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moebius,
The Cramps,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Lynne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Intrusion,
X-101,
Absolute Body Control,
Minutemen,
Reagan Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Carl Craig,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun City Girls,
Das Ding,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Dennis Brown,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Sonics,
Newcleus,
Kayak,
Robert Wyatt,
Infiniti,
Suicide,
The Misunderstood,
Sandy B,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.