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 Luxembourg and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eric Copeland to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Qualms,
Negative Approach,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sugar Minott,
The Slackers,
Robert Görl,
Bush Tetras,
R.M.O.,
The Fugs,
Gang of Four,
Jeru the Damaja,
Theoretical Girls,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers,
The Red Krayola,
Unwound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MC5,
Deakin,
Camouflage,
The Pretty Things,
Cybotron,
Mark Hollis,
Scion,
Swell Maps,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Hill,
Groovy Waters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cal Tjader,
Soul II Soul,
Fluxion,
Patti Smith,
Brick,
The Modern Lovers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Carl Craig,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mission of Burma,
Banda Bassotti,
Gong,
Henry Cow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Axelrod,
The Beau Brummels,
Howard Jones,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Motorama,
Neu!,
Scrapy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.