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 Russia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Essential Logic to the rock 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultravox,
The Pretty Things,
Bush Tetras,
The Star Department,
Terry Callier,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kurtis Blow,
Vladislav Delay,
Leonard Cohen,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Machine,
Patti Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Iggy Pop,
In Retrospect,
Josef K,
Alice Coltrane,
New Order,
Hot Snakes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick Morgan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
This Heat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Index,
Jawbox,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Human League,
E-Dancer,
Absolute Body Control,
Ponytail,
Black Moon,
The Grass Roots,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Malaria!,
Bronski Beat,
Spandau Ballet,
Talk Talk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television Personalities,
Q and Not U,
The Cowsills,
Brass Construction,
The Red Krayola,
Nirvana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smoke,
The Names,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Prince Buster,
John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
DNA,
Tears for Fears,
John Foxx,
Letta Mbulu,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.