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 Kazakhstan and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Pet Shop Boys to the crunk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed,
Althea and Donna,
The Dirtbombs,
Little Man,
Kerri Chandler,
Arthur Verocai,
Depeche Mode,
Liliput,
Livin' Joy,
David McCallum,
ABC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tim Buckley,
Sandy B,
Harmonia,
Josef K,
June Days,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cluster,
Tubeway Army,
Donny Hathaway,
Zapp,
Peter & Gordon,
KRS-One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Young Marble Giants,
Alphaville,
Khruangbin,
Quando Quango,
June of 44,
Pantaleimon,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fela Kuti,
B.T. Express,
The Motions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Loose Ends,
Deadbeat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
the Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Panda Bear,
John Lydon,
The Cure,
T.S.O.L.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Desert Stars,
AZ,
Scan 7,
Crooked Eye,
Letta Mbulu,
The Young Rascals,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.