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 Israel and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the punk 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
the Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Prince Buster,
T.S.O.L.,
Supertramp,
Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
The Techniques,
The Angels of Light,
Arab on Radar,
Lungfish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gun Club,
Spoonie Gee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grauzone,
Nirvana,
Popol Vuh,
Liliput,
Crispian St. Peters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sonics,
The Offenders,
Soulsonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swans,
the Sonics,
Shoche,
Radiohead,
Janne Schatter,
Lindisfarne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Massinfluence,
Harry Pussy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalann,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Bourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Rundgren,
Thompson Twins,
Young Marble Giants,
The Evens,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Axelrod,
Y Pants,
John Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Goldenarms,
Marc Almond,
The Divine Comedy,
Erasure,
Brothers Johnson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mantronix,
Faust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aaron Thompson,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.