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 Colombia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dave Gahan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Das Ding,
David McCallum,
The Offenders,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed,
Kerri Chandler,
The Zeros,
Faust,
Barrington Levy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Bowie,
The Mummies,
Suicide,
Jeru the Damaja,
Franke,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Colin Newman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brick,
Joensuu 1685,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Lynne,
Bronski Beat,
Fear,
Iggy Pop,
Scion,
The Gladiators,
Derrick May,
The Doors,
Soul II Soul,
Wally Richardson,
This Heat,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The New Christs,
Audionom,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cybotron,
Theoretical Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Circle Jerks,
Malaria!,
Soft Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Niagra,
Fugazi,
the Normal,
Wire,
Accadde A,
Qualms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maurizio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deakin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.