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 Italy and from Mexico City.
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 Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Gastr Del Sol to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Judy Mowatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The New Christs,
Bluetip,
Bush Tetras,
MDC,
Skaos,
Dead Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alison Limerick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Sherman,
Danielle Patucci,
CMW,
Scion,
Fat Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Altered Images,
the Human League,
Marc Almond,
Glenn Branca,
Cybotron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Lynne,
The Golliwogs,
Boredoms,
The Angels of Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Association,
Banda Bassotti,
The Stooges,
Reuben Wilson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Josef K,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slave,
New Order,
Stiv Bators,
The J.B.'s,
Minutemen,
Moebius,
Nirvana,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
Radiohead,
Sällskapet,
Gabor Szabo,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.