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 Belgium and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lower 48 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Martian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rakim,
Derrick May,
Funkadelic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Leonard Cohen,
Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
New York Dolls,
The Smiths,
Skarface,
A Certain Ratio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warren Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
Harry Pussy,
Fad Gadget,
Malaria!,
Soul II Soul,
Motorama,
Black Pus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
FM Einheit,
The Slits,
Slave,
The Real Kids,
Nils Olav,
The Modern Lovers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Technova,
Main Source,
Blake Baxter,
The Standells,
Sun City Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Simply Red,
Mad Mike,
Tommy Roe,
Morten Harket,
kango's stein massive,
David Axelrod,
The Stooges,
Suicide,
Faust,
Depeche Mode,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scion,
Hoover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monks,
Lou Reed,
The Durutti Column,
Ice-T,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skriet,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.