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 Lithuania and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Pop Group 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quando Quango,
The Zeros,
Sound Behaviour,
Sparks,
David McCallum,
Darondo,
Moebius,
the Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
The Monks,
ABC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reagan Youth,
The Buckinghams,
The Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
Clear Light,
Yellowson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Los Fastidios,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Colin Newman,
Sandy B,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MC5,
L. Decosne,
Scrapy,
10cc,
Anakelly,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
One Last Wish,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiohead,
Sonic Youth,
The Standells,
Whodini,
Radio Birdman,
The Knickerbockers,
EPMD,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moleskins,
Eden Ahbez,
Ossler,
Eddi Front,
Marcia Griffiths,
JFA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barrington Levy,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Wyatt,
Hasil Adkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Trojans,
Oblivians,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.