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 Iceland and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rap 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Leonard Cohen,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Lynne,
The Real Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Television,
Reuben Wilson,
X-102,
Masters at Work,
In Retrospect,
The Cowsills,
Brick,
Nick Fraelich,
the Normal,
Au Pairs,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
EPMD,
Kas Product,
a-ha,
Carl Craig,
David McCallum,
The Associates,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantytec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rod Modell,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Residents,
ABBA,
Agitation Free,
R.M.O.,
The Techniques,
Accadde A,
Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
Heaven 17,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Little Man,
Fat Boys,
Oneida,
Ten City,
Make Up,
Dave Gahan,
The Star Department,
The Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gap Band,
Khruangbin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minor Threat,
Arab on Radar,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.