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 Iraq and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 Mark Hollis to the disco 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
OOIOO,
The Remains,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eli Mardock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mr. Review,
AZ,
Rekid,
Lyres,
Amon Düül,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Machine,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Janne Schatter,
The New Christs,
Skarface,
Glenn Branca,
Black Pus,
Audionom,
Avey Tare,
Guru Guru,
The Barracudas,
Interpol,
Brothers Johnson,
Spandau Ballet,
Camouflage,
The Associates,
Underground Resistance,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Babytalk,
Television Personalities,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
The Names,
Bad Manners,
Silicon Teens,
Whodini,
The Slackers,
The Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smiths,
The Count Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Crooked Eye,
The Fuzztones,
Sam Rivers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suburban Knight,
Swans,
Deepchord,
Gang Starr,
Magma,
Juan Atkins,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.