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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 The Shadows of Knight to the dance 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Deakin,
The Remains,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Terry,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick Morgan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scan 7,
EPMD,
Sex Pistols,
Lyres,
Gang Green,
The Knickerbockers,
Absolute Body Control,
Crash Course in Science,
Danielle Patucci,
Whodini,
Mark Hollis,
Warsaw,
Y Pants,
Graham Central Station,
The Mojo Men,
The Zeros,
Subhumans,
New York Dolls,
The Searchers,
Dead Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
48th St. Collective,
The Real Kids,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare,
Monks,
Tim Buckley,
10cc,
Joensuu 1685,
Piero Umiliani,
Mission of Burma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rekid,
Terry Callier,
Livin' Joy,
Grauzone,
Sister Nancy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Siglo XX,
Basic Channel,
Marc Almond,
Procol Harum,
Monolake,
Pantaleimon,
H. Thieme,
Average White Band,
Cluster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vladislav Delay,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed,
Black Moon,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.