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 Mexico and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Durutti Column to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Sparks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Move,
T. Rex,
Bobby Womack,
Bauhaus,
Graham Central Station,
Cheater Slicks,
The Index,
Unwound,
Monolake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Duran Duran,
Animal Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Alice Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Birthday Party,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fortunes,
The Tremeloes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minutemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fugazi,
The Toasters,
Minnie Riperton,
Essential Logic,
Accadde A,
Deadbeat,
Los Fastidios,
Easy Going,
Dennis Brown,
Y Pants,
Neu!,
Inner City,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Max Romeo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slick Rick,
Infiniti,
Sixth Finger,
The Remains,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gichy Dan,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantytec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Young Marble Giants,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.