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 Singapore and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Khruangbin to the techno 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bob Dylan,
Black Bananas,
Camouflage,
Motorama,
Metal Thangz,
UT,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Donny Hathaway,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cheater Slicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angry Samoans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aural Exciters,
The Durutti Column,
Janne Schatter,
The Barracudas,
Pulsallama,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pretty Things,
Soul Sonic Force,
Interpol,
The Fortunes,
The Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Copeland,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erasure,
Reagan Youth,
Charles Mingus,
The Misunderstood,
Stetsasonic,
Joensuu 1685,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fugs,
Quantec,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fall,
Vainqueur,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Clarke,
MDC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Ice-T,
Kas Product,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Audionom,
Shoche,
Black Flag,
Barry Ungar,
ABC,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.