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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ronan to the punk 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Y Pants,
A Certain Ratio,
Wasted Youth,
Clear Light,
Procol Harum,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pretty Things,
The Searchers,
Sexual Harrassment,
June Days,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Soul II Soul,
Rakim,
Dark Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mad Mike,
U.S. Maple,
Marmalade,
Nas,
Supertramp,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Names,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Connie Case,
The Techniques,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Can,
The Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tubeway Army,
Kool Moe Dee,
Groovy Waters,
The Fugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Panda Bear,
Flash Fearless,
cv313,
Anthony Braxton,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Görl,
Whodini,
Thee Headcoats,
Reuben Wilson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slave,
Godley & Creme,
The Litter,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.