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 Senegal and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultimate Spinach to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer 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?
The United States of America,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jandek,
The Wake,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül II,
Pantaleimon,
Harry Pussy,
The Gun Club,
Faraquet,
Nils Olav,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alphaville,
F. McDonald,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronan,
Franke,
FM Einheit,
AZ,
Visage,
The Martian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T. Rex,
The Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Gong,
The Cure,
Ultravox,
In Retrospect,
Livin' Joy,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Leaves,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moody Blues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wally Richardson,
Slick Rick,
One Last Wish,
Cybotron,
Loose Ends,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Essential Logic,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The J.B.'s,
Grey Daturas,
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane,
Ossler,
Thee Headcoats,
The Evens,
Al Stewart,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kayak,
Erasure,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.