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 Malawi and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Young Marble Giants to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Connie Case,
Faraquet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Depeche Mode,
Agent Orange,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Teasers,
Fad Gadget,
Erykah Badu,
Maurizio,
Underground Resistance,
Public Enemy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Don Cherry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thompson Twins,
Spoonie Gee,
Shuggie Otis,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Animal Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Audionom,
Radio Birdman,
Stereo Dub,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pussy Galore,
The Real Kids,
Mantronix,
Intrusion,
David Axelrod,
Fat Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Excepter,
John Lydon,
Yusef Lateef,
The Barracudas,
Television,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Beau Brummels,
The Motions,
Angry Samoans,
Henry Cow,
The Monks,
OOIOO,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantaleimon,
LL Cool J,
Bad Manners,
Mad Mike,
The Names,
Sun Ra,
Ronnie Foster,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.