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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Dual Sessions to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Q65,
Isaac Hayes,
Niagra,
Shoche,
The Pretty Things,
Delon & Dalcan,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The United States of America,
Boredoms,
Monolake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fear,
Peter & Gordon,
Darondo,
Yazoo,
Roger Hodgson,
Eddi Front,
Trumans Water,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Sherman,
Television,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pulsallama,
Excepter,
ABBA,
Gang Green,
Pagans,
cv313,
Altered Images,
Bauhaus,
the Germs,
The Birthday Party,
The Dirtbombs,
Smog,
Hot Snakes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Main Source,
The Raincoats,
Wolf Eyes,
Suicide,
Wire,
Bill Near,
Das Ding,
Joe Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agent Orange,
The Black Dice,
E-Dancer,
The Mojo Men,
The Saints,
X-102,
Wasted Youth,
Easy Going,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül II,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.