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 Somalia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Monks to the grime 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funky Four + One,
The Smoke,
Joensuu 1685,
Susan Cadogan,
Mars,
The Golliwogs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Surgeon,
10cc,
Anakelly,
Ten City,
Ponytail,
D'Angelo,
Joyce Sims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Babytalk,
Gang Green,
The Monochrome Set,
Josef K,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ohio Players,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Real Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alice Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Thee Headcoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Cluster,
K-Klass,
New York Dolls,
Young Marble Giants,
Von Mondo,
X-101,
Judy Mowatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantytec,
Bill Near,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
Dawn Penn,
CMW,
Joy Division,
Toni Rubio,
Public Enemy,
Boredoms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television Personalities,
Faust,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.