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 Vietnam and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacob Miller,
Underground Resistance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lakeside,
Colin Newman,
Carl Craig,
the Germs,
Eddi Front,
Visage,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Young Marble Giants,
Brick,
Magma,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Sherman,
Howard Jones,
Lyres,
Radio Birdman,
Suburban Knight,
Black Flag,
Youth Brigade,
Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Shoche,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Essential Logic,
Quantec,
The Fugs,
Max Romeo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glambeats Corp.,
La Düsseldorf,
Ice-T,
Alton Ellis,
The Human League,
The Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Iggy Pop,
The Birthday Party,
Make Up,
Das Ding,
Roger Hodgson,
Popol Vuh,
The Five Americans,
the Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Nik Kershaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Livin' Joy,
Ituana,
The Young Rascals,
Nas,
Suicide,
New York Dolls,
Agent Orange,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.