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 Serbia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Man Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The New Christs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Lydon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kayak,
The Young Rascals,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bauhaus,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Teasers,
Japan,
The Techniques,
Interpol,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Talk Talk,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Hill,
Section 25,
Banda Bassotti,
Davy DMX,
New York Dolls,
Mark Hollis,
Ornette Coleman,
Ossler,
Parry Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tres Demented,
Beasts of Bourbon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Juan Atkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zapp,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül,
Black Bananas,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Clarke,
Trumans Water,
This Heat,
Siglo XX,
Monolake,
Thompson Twins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
The Barracudas,
Jacob Miller,
Simply Red,
Ralphi Rosario,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.