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 Turkmenistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Victims to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 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?
Qualms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sparks,
Mo-Dettes,
Groovy Waters,
Public Enemy,
kango's stein massive,
Howard Jones,
Country Teasers,
Steve Hackett,
The Star Department,
Japan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lightning Bolt,
Alphaville,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mars,
X-101,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Starr,
Toni Rubio,
X-Ray Spex,
Pet Shop Boys,
MDC,
Supertramp,
Silicon Teens,
Barry Ungar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arthur Verocai,
the Germs,
Blancmange,
Amazonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doors,
Gang of Four,
Laurel Aitken,
Infiniti,
Erasure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Human League,
The Gladiators,
the Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
Franke,
These Immortal Souls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Q and Not U,
Black Bananas,
Young Marble Giants,
Maurizio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Invisible,
Pulsallama,
Derrick Morgan,
Siglo XX,
Yazoo,
Thompson Twins,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.