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 Afghanistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Sun City Girls,
Ten City,
JFA,
Suburban Knight,
New Order,
The Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Almond,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry's Kids,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warsaw,
Procol Harum,
The Stooges,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Lucky Dragons,
Sandy B,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
World's Most,
John Holt,
Banda Bassotti,
Terry Callier,
Man Parrish,
The Count Five,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boogie Down Productions,
Zero Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hoover,
Eurythmics,
Metal Thangz,
Gichy Dan,
Fluxion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Certain Ratio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Agitation Free,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Green,
Kayak,
The Angels of Light,
Public Enemy,
David Bowie,
Cluster,
Bronski Beat,
Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Near,
Hasil Adkins,
Connie Case,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Martian,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.