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 Samoa 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sonics,
Liliput,
Blake Baxter,
Soulsonic Force,
Minutemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Modern Lovers,
The Selecter,
Brass Construction,
Letta Mbulu,
The Names,
Outsiders,
Minor Threat,
T.S.O.L.,
Surgeon,
Crash Course in Science,
Harmonia,
Wolf Eyes,
Royal Trux,
KRS-One,
Alison Limerick,
Parry Music,
Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cure,
The Angels of Light,
The Cowsills,
Nas,
Little Man,
Black Flag,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Livin' Joy,
The Dirtbombs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pole,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Schoolly D,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Goldenarms,
Dave Gahan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Black Dice,
Dark Day,
Subhumans,
Skriet,
Blancmange,
Funky Four + One,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Chris Corsano,
Main Source,
Marmalade,
Suicide,
Hot Snakes,
Visage,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.