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 United Kingdom and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wings to the electroclash 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Names,
Michelle Simonal,
Rufus Thomas,
The Zeros,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Franke,
Soulsonic Force,
Infiniti,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Leaves,
Ludus,
The Gap Band,
Index,
Boz Scaggs,
John Coltrane,
Black Pus,
The Cure,
Siglo XX,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bob Dylan,
Banda Bassotti,
Sixth Finger,
Morten Harket,
The Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Severed Heads,
Scientists,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sound,
Lou Christie,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quando Quango,
Camberwell Now,
Q and Not U,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mad Mike,
Saccharine Trust,
The United States of America,
Nils Olav,
The Fall,
Au Pairs,
Erasure,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sister Nancy,
Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker,
The Fuzztones,
Gabor Szabo,
The Walker Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Flamin' Groovies,
AZ,
Rekid,
The Music Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.