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 Denmark and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vainqueur to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Grauzone,
Agitation Free,
The Dirtbombs,
New York Dolls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pulsallama,
One Last Wish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Pere Ubu,
The Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Nils Olav,
Angry Samoans,
Radio Birdman,
Bronski Beat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eddi Front,
New Order,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hasil Adkins,
Negative Approach,
The Last Poets,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kas Product,
Crash Course in Science,
Moby Grape,
The Gories,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Graham Central Station,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Second Layer,
Faust,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter and Kerry,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Style,
Cal Tjader,
World's Most,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABBA,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Fraelich,
Joyce Sims,
Little Man,
The Leaves,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young,
Underground Resistance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.