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 Togo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
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 snare 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 The Techniques to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
LL Cool J,
The Mojo Men,
Rosa Yemen,
Mo-Dettes,
The Grass Roots,
Donald Byrd,
Mandrill,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Underground Resistance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blossom Toes,
Stereo Dub,
Sex Pistols,
Peter and Kerry,
Byron Stingily,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smoke,
Q and Not U,
Joey Negro,
The Move,
Ultravox,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roger Hodgson,
The Young Rascals,
The Fuzztones,
Excepter,
Ludus,
Jandek,
Freddie Wadling,
the Bar-Kays,
Youth Brigade,
The Searchers,
Pantaleimon,
John Lydon,
Dark Day,
Nils Olav,
Pussy Galore,
Shoche,
Pylon,
X-101,
Technova,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Flag,
Marcia Griffiths,
Massinfluence,
Scion,
Surgeon,
Kurtis Blow,
World's Most,
Rekid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Copeland,
Colin Newman,
Agitation Free,
The Misunderstood,
Sixth Finger,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.