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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Moss Icon to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Minnie Riperton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
UT,
The Cramps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Technova,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül II,
Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Bad Manners,
The Knickerbockers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dawn Penn,
Susan Cadogan,
New York Dolls,
Little Man,
Ronan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moss Icon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jawbox,
Icehouse,
Isaac Hayes,
Magazine,
Man Parrish,
Symarip,
Zero Boys,
L. Decosne,
Dave Gahan,
Unwound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Organ,
Eric Copeland,
Tommy Roe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy Collins,
The Raincoats,
Reuben Wilson,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fatback Band,
Davy DMX,
Aural Exciters,
Soul II Soul,
Yusef Lateef,
Pere Ubu,
Archie Shepp,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Hill,
Blancmange,
The Five Americans,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.