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 Micronesia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Duran Duran to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Urselle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Royal Trux,
Skriet,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy Collins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Trojans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deakin,
Parry Music,
The Toasters,
the Soft Cell,
June of 44,
Negative Approach,
The Victims,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
F. McDonald,
Hashim,
Joy Division,
Danielle Patucci,
the Germs,
Sandy B,
Oblivians,
The Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Max Romeo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Copeland,
Juan Atkins,
Erasure,
Mission of Burma,
Mantronix,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Crash Course in Science,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Hill,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Normal,
Youth Brigade,
Wally Richardson,
Rosa Yemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Howard Jones,
The Names,
Reagan Youth,
Sparks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Skatalites,
Girls At Our Best!,
Young Marble Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.