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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Joy Division 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronnie Foster,
The Remains,
Peter and Kerry,
The American Breed,
The Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Terry,
Silicon Teens,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vainqueur,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tim Buckley,
Television,
Gichy Dan,
48th St. Collective,
The Mummies,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Cybotron,
Hot Snakes,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Whodini,
Fat Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wire,
Minnie Riperton,
Nils Olav,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slackers,
Roxette,
Arthur Verocai,
Sandy B,
The Zeros,
Khruangbin,
Ossler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swans,
Parry Music,
Janne Schatter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Junior Murvin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ponytail,
Rapeman,
Sugar Minott,
Depeche Mode,
The Trojans,
Eve St. Jones,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.