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 Iraq and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Interpol to the jazz 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Radiohead,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fugazi,
Glambeats Corp.,
Iggy Pop,
Yazoo,
Ossler,
Judy Mowatt,
Outsiders,
Scrapy,
Piero Umiliani,
Toni Rubio,
Scratch Acid,
Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Babytalk,
Dawn Penn,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Raincoats,
Pulsallama,
Make Up,
Brass Construction,
Skriet,
The Techniques,
Stetsasonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Detroit Cobras,
Schoolly D,
Aaron Thompson,
Hardrive,
Visage,
Anthony Braxton,
Michelle Simonal,
The Beau Brummels,
Agitation Free,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Technova,
The Stooges,
Lindisfarne,
Brand Nubian,
H. Thieme,
Max Romeo,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Joy Division,
Colin Newman,
Glenn Branca,
The Evens,
Quando Quango,
The Golliwogs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Inner City,
The Skatalites,
Amazonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pere Ubu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kayak,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.