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 Moldova and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Dawn Penn to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Selecter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Popol Vuh,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delon & Dalcan,
Au Pairs,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Rundgren,
Slave,
Yusef Lateef,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grauzone,
Jerry's Kids,
H. Thieme,
Jacob Miller,
Morten Harket,
Trumans Water,
Tubeway Army,
Ice-T,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Offenders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Al Stewart,
Mars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
L. Decosne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angry Samoans,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Metal Thangz,
Scratch Acid,
Intrusion,
Groovy Waters,
The Names,
Sun City Girls,
Smog,
Bizarre Inc.,
Juan Atkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hot Snakes,
A Certain Ratio,
Scrapy,
Pussy Galore,
The Tremeloes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantytec,
The Dirtbombs,
Khruangbin,
Buzzcocks,
Bush Tetras,
Suburban Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Darondo,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.