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 Lithuania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jawbox to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Eli Mardock,
Iggy Pop,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spoonie Gee,
Susan Cadogan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swell Maps,
Shuggie Otis,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moleskins,
The Slits,
Bill Near,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marvin Gaye,
The Offenders,
H. Thieme,
The Pretty Things,
Pantaleimon,
Minutemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erykah Badu,
Cheater Slicks,
Yaz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Carl Craig,
The Modern Lovers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Machine,
The Fortunes,
Lucky Dragons,
UT,
Eric Copeland,
Sun City Girls,
E-Dancer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hasil Adkins,
Donny Hathaway,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James White and The Blacks,
Malaria!,
Slick Rick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crash Course in Science,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
Mars,
Matthew Halsall,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.