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 Slovakia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Easy Going to the jazz 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Toni Rubio,
Theoretical Girls,
Swell Maps,
June of 44,
The Doors,
Skriet,
Gang Green,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Sex Pistols,
Connie Case,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantytec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Teasers,
Joe Finger,
The Star Department,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Knickerbockers,
Spoonie Gee,
Fear,
The Zeros,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bluetip,
The Evens,
R.M.O.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Whodini,
10cc,
Ossler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Five Americans,
Joensuu 1685,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marine Girls,
One Last Wish,
Goldenarms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Franke,
Crime,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Misunderstood,
Mandrill,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Minnie Riperton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eve St. Jones,
Nico,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camouflage,
Wasted Youth,
World's Most,
James White and The Blacks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mantronix,
The Walker Brothers,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.