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 Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Happenings 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a marimba 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Dual Sessions,
Heaven 17,
Ten City,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül,
AZ,
Funkadelic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Von Mondo,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Terry,
Half Japanese,
Kas Product,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sex Pistols,
Television Personalities,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nik Kershaw,
Marine Girls,
Massinfluence,
The Golliwogs,
The Young Rascals,
Depeche Mode,
Hot Snakes,
Warren Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Subhumans,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Easy Going,
Animal Collective,
the Normal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Goldenarms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erasure,
New York Dolls,
Country Teasers,
the Sonics,
the Association,
The Electric Prunes,
CMW,
Tom Boy,
Scion,
Faust,
Al Stewart,
Desert Stars,
The Black Dice,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.