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 Thailand and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Bad Manners to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Soul II Soul,
Agitation Free,
Wasted Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Interpol,
The Black Dice,
Roxy Music,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smiths,
Metal Thangz,
Babytalk,
Donald Byrd,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed,
The Names,
David Bowie,
Bill Near,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brothers Johnson,
Massinfluence,
Chris & Cosey,
The Golliwogs,
Liliput,
The Wake,
Porter Ricks,
Yellowson,
Unrelated Segments,
The Knickerbockers,
X-101,
Joy Division,
Hoover,
The Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Reagan Youth,
Kayak,
Robert Görl,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sällskapet,
Tres Demented,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Buckinghams,
Pylon,
The Neon Judgement,
Glambeats Corp.,
Can,
Simply Red,
Malaria!,
Maleditus Sound,
Terry Callier,
cv313,
Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Morten Harket,
Nils Olav,
Little Man,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Motorama,
Au Pairs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.