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 India and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the electroclash 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Circle Jerks,
The Cure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Smog,
Joe Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mars,
Isaac Hayes,
Animal Collective,
The Mummies,
Joe Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angry Samoans,
The Residents,
Cybotron,
Monks,
John Cale,
FM Einheit,
T.S.O.L.,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Royal Trux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Qualms,
Quando Quango,
Aswad,
the Swans,
Skarface,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wire,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultra Naté,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rapeman,
Colin Newman,
The Cramps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moby Grape,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Moon,
The Gun Club,
Gang Green,
Faust,
D'Angelo,
Arab on Radar,
Morten Harket,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Buckinghams,
The Slackers,
DJ Style,
The Angels of Light,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.