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 Syria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 the Association to the rock 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Eric Copeland,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Rundgren,
Dark Day,
The Trojans,
Roger Hodgson,
Magazine,
The Gun Club,
Sonic Youth,
The Slackers,
Little Man,
Tim Buckley,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pylon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joy Division,
the Normal,
Q65,
The Star Department,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronnie Foster,
Mission of Burma,
Stetsasonic,
Moss Icon,
Blancmange,
Albert Ayler,
Funkadelic,
Metal Thangz,
Crime,
Bill Near,
The Vogues,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Wyatt,
Mad Mike,
The Selecter,
Crispy Ambulance,
New York Dolls,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Germs,
Pussy Galore,
Chris & Cosey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Techniques,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aaron Thompson,
Camouflage,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deepchord,
Magma,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minny Pops,
Kaleidoscope,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Enemy,
June of 44,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick May,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.