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 Bangladesh and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roxy.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Piero Umiliani,
AZ,
New Order,
Trumans Water,
Half Japanese,
Thompson Twins,
Freddie Wadling,
The Zeros,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cybotron,
Nas,
Masters at Work,
Reuben Wilson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Second Layer,
Byron Stingily,
The Tremeloes,
Urselle,
The Move,
Godley & Creme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rosa Yemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heaven 17,
Jandek,
The J.B.'s,
The Fortunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Victims,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxette,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nirvana,
Lee Hazlewood,
Althea and Donna,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Subhumans,
Guru Guru,
Wally Richardson,
Sam Rivers,
Pylon,
Jerry's Kids,
The Toasters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cheater Slicks,
Niagra,
Skriet,
Lyres,
Alton Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sound,
Soft Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Parry Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.