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 East Timor and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pole to the rock 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
X-102,
OOIOO,
The Modern Lovers,
The Invisible,
The Leaves,
China Crisis,
Pantaleimon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang of Four,
The Angels of Light,
Alphaville,
Joe Finger,
The Offenders,
Blossom Toes,
Alison Limerick,
The Pop Group,
The Durutti Column,
Von Mondo,
Bush Tetras,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marmalade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shuggie Otis,
Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joy Division,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blues Magoos,
Soulsonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lungfish,
Clear Light,
June Days,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacques Brel,
Das Ding,
The Evens,
Michelle Simonal,
John Foxx,
Interpol,
The Fall,
The Fortunes,
EPMD,
The Sonics,
Mars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rites of Spring,
Skriet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rotary Connection,
Brick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.