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 Venezuela and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
World's Most,
ABBA,
Scott Walker,
Malaria!,
Scientists,
Rufus Thomas,
Model 500,
Franke,
Janne Schatter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
PIL,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fall,
Sandy B,
Mark Hollis,
The Seeds,
Interpol,
Pantaleimon,
Toni Rubio,
Moby Grape,
The Beau Brummels,
Dual Sessions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bauhaus,
Leonard Cohen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Enemy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pole,
Man Parrish,
The Last Poets,
AZ,
Warren Ellis,
Excepter,
Slick Rick,
Chris Corsano,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Black Dice,
John Foxx,
Country Teasers,
Symarip,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bob Dylan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Sight & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
R.M.O.,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
10cc,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Saccharine Trust,
Easy Going,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.