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 Korea North and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mr. Review to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Infiniti,
Y Pants,
The Music Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
The Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kayak,
The Black Dice,
Blossom Toes,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Janne Schatter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Camouflage,
The Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Bob Dylan,
Massinfluence,
Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
Banda Bassotti,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Style,
Aswad,
The Buckinghams,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echospace,
Mars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fatback Band,
Fugazi,
Make Up,
Half Japanese,
Michelle Simonal,
Barry Ungar,
Slick Rick,
Cal Tjader,
Khruangbin,
The Last Poets,
The Neon Judgement,
Agitation Free,
The Vogues,
Sonic Youth,
Hoover,
The Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mummies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Association,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Wyatt,
Popol Vuh,
Spandau Ballet,
Brick,
The Motions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alton Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.