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 Swaziland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dark Day to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blake Baxter,
Leonard Cohen,
The Young Rascals,
T.S.O.L.,
LL Cool J,
The Slackers,
Sugar Minott,
Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Groovy Waters,
Babytalk,
Gichy Dan,
X-102,
Rufus Thomas,
Niagra,
The Modern Lovers,
Bronski Beat,
Ituana,
The Move,
Cal Tjader,
Lightning Bolt,
Marmalade,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sparks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hasil Adkins,
The Litter,
Altered Images,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blancmange,
Darondo,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Smog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
Rosa Yemen,
Harmonia,
Hardrive,
K-Klass,
David Bowie,
Black Flag,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drexciya,
Robert Görl,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liliput,
Minnie Riperton,
Idris Muhammad,
Essential Logic,
Sarah Menescal,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.