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 Cape Verde and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Interpol to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fatback Band,
Junior Murvin,
The Mojo Men,
LL Cool J,
Cluster,
Stetsasonic,
Skriet,
Zapp,
Wings,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Half Japanese,
The Martian,
Monolake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Connie Case,
Adolescents,
Interpol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spandau Ballet,
Kaleidoscope,
Harmonia,
Wire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Move,
Das Ding,
Inner City,
Alphaville,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mars,
Mr. Review,
Altered Images,
Rites of Spring,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pylon,
Yaz,
Dennis Brown,
Ultravox,
Pere Ubu,
Underground Resistance,
The Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Ituana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nils Olav,
Mission of Burma,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Near,
Hardrive,
Fugazi,
Lyres,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June of 44,
Howard Jones,
Masters at Work,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.