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 Marshall Islands and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jandek to the disco 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tears for Fears,
The Real Kids,
Patti Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronnie Foster,
Deadbeat,
Marc Almond,
Shuggie Otis,
Oneida,
Eric Copeland,
In Retrospect,
Nick Fraelich,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Los Fastidios,
Ice-T,
Roxette,
ABBA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Junior Murvin,
The Toasters,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Green,
AZ,
Angry Samoans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Icehouse,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy Collins,
Tres Demented,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Hood,
Aural Exciters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ponytail,
Monolake,
LL Cool J,
Minny Pops,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rites of Spring,
Jawbox,
Marvin Gaye,
Terry Callier,
Sam Rivers,
Skaos,
Unwound,
Robert Görl,
Country Teasers,
Goldenarms,
Liliput,
Ronan,
Camouflage,
Bob Dylan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.