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 Barbados and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ituana to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Prince Buster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boredoms,
Slave,
Hoover,
Quando Quango,
Subhumans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Popol Vuh,
Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blackbyrds,
EPMD,
Interpol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
H. Thieme,
The Velvet Underground,
Average White Band,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cure,
Derrick May,
Outsiders,
The United States of America,
Eden Ahbez,
Blossom Toes,
The Seeds,
Marmalade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Finger,
Rekid,
Dennis Brown,
Magazine,
The Slackers,
Ronan,
Man Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Index,
Television Personalities,
Steve Hackett,
Arab on Radar,
Tom Boy,
Fluxion,
The Fortunes,
Deepchord,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Technova,
The Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Moon,
The Slits,
Joyce Sims,
Shuggie Otis,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.