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 New Zealand and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cure,
The J.B.'s,
Interpol,
Angry Samoans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Clarke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aural Exciters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Theoretical Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
In Retrospect,
Smog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erykah Badu,
Eddi Front,
Reagan Youth,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Yellowson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Foxx,
Ohio Players,
The Mummies,
The Human League,
the Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Gang Green,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Toasters,
Kas Product,
T. Rex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacques Brel,
Procol Harum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Residents,
Brick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scan 7,
The Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Underground Resistance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Basic Channel,
Nas,
Gabor Szabo,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cramps,
Vainqueur,
Slick Rick,
The Grass Roots,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.