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 Honduras and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Interpol to the dance 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ludus,
JFA,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül II,
The Pretty Things,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suicide,
Reuben Wilson,
Ten City,
Accadde A,
Deakin,
Rosa Yemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Guru Guru,
E-Dancer,
Zero Boys,
One Last Wish,
Toni Rubio,
Cluster,
Tom Boy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Real Kids,
the Normal,
Dual Sessions,
Loose Ends,
Steve Hackett,
Whodini,
Gregory Isaacs,
June Days,
Liliput,
Mo-Dettes,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Bourne,
New York Dolls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warsaw,
Quando Quango,
Warren Ellis,
The Leaves,
Fatback Band,
Boredoms,
Harry Pussy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Names,
The Music Machine,
Lungfish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zapp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Essential Logic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.