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 East Timor and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Radiohead to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Joe Finger,
Patti Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Normal,
Scion,
June Days,
Can,
Jeff Mills,
Faraquet,
Neu!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smoke,
Simply Red,
Eddi Front,
Maleditus Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Flag,
The Raincoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arab on Radar,
The Toasters,
Black Pus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Graham Central Station,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Lynne,
The Move,
Sarah Menescal,
Franke,
Godley & Creme,
The Gladiators,
LL Cool J,
the Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
Nik Kershaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultravox,
Piero Umiliani,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül II,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters,
Fear,
Fatback Band,
Pantytec,
Rhythm & Sound,
EPMD,
Flipper,
the Swans,
Chris Corsano,
Joy Division,
Warren Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blake Baxter,
Panda Bear,
The Residents,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.