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 Liechtenstein and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Negative Approach to the techno 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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Desert Stars,
The Searchers,
Easy Going,
K-Klass,
Scion,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Wells,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Germs,
ABBA,
UT,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
World's Most,
kango's stein massive,
Con Funk Shun,
The Modern Lovers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blues Magoos,
Eddi Front,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gabor Szabo,
Subhumans,
Yusef Lateef,
The Names,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Icehouse,
Funky Four + One,
Stetsasonic,
Unwound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delta 5,
Q and Not U,
Average White Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Surgeon,
Warren Ellis,
Kayak,
Leonard Cohen,
Reuben Wilson,
Sällskapet,
Interpol,
The Fugs,
Tres Demented,
Royal Trux,
Sarah Menescal,
The Toasters,
Pere Ubu,
The Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Bananas,
The Skatalites,
Dead Boys,
The Count Five,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.