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 Ethiopia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Remains to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins 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 jazz 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 a spring reverb and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Talk Talk,
The Busters,
DNA,
The Leaves,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dark Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
Organ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Juan Atkins,
Kayak,
John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spandau Ballet,
Excepter,
The Young Rascals,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Rotary Connection,
L. Decosne,
Dead Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Fluxion,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Barracudas,
Wally Richardson,
The Selecter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pagans,
Motorama,
Sun City Girls,
Agent Orange,
The Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
Scientists,
Panda Bear,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Grass Roots,
The Martian,
Malaria!,
Fela Kuti,
These Immortal Souls,
Minutemen,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Lynne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Harmonia,
Hoover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Whodini,
Ituana,
Magazine,
Half Japanese,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.