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 Jordan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Procol Harum to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Swans,
China Crisis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Severed Heads,
the Soft Cell,
X-102,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacques Brel,
The Kinks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Toni Rubio,
The Residents,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Don Cherry,
Nirvana,
Sugar Minott,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DNA,
Yaz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Youth Brigade,
Grauzone,
Blake Baxter,
Audionom,
Procol Harum,
Bizarre Inc.,
Danielle Patucci,
Godley & Creme,
Panda Bear,
Animal Collective,
Adolescents,
The Doors,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hardrive,
The Blackbyrds,
The Stooges,
Qualms,
Drexciya,
Little Man,
Frankie Knuckles,
MDC,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monks,
Infiniti,
The Slackers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Interpol,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.