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 Ethiopia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Newcleus to the dance 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Howard Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Slits,
Pussy Galore,
Tom Boy,
The Fortunes,
Pantytec,
Cybotron,
Eddi Front,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smoke,
Minutemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Arthur Verocai,
Bush Tetras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Simply Red,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quando Quango,
The Velvet Underground,
Aswad,
Procol Harum,
Joyce Sims,
Adolescents,
Dual Sessions,
Outsiders,
Crooked Eye,
Blossom Toes,
Rufus Thomas,
Wasted Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Symarip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yellowson,
Brass Construction,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Absolute Body Control,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
L. Decosne,
Leonard Cohen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grauzone,
Pere Ubu,
Mo-Dettes,
Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
Althea and Donna,
Radiopuhelimet,
The American Breed,
Rapeman,
Toni Rubio,
Guru Guru,
Sixth Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Unrelated Segments,
Excepter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.