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 Uzbekistan and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Crash Course in Science to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Spandau Ballet,
X-Ray Spex,
Cymande,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sandy B,
kango's stein massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Toni Rubio,
The Moody Blues,
Saccharine Trust,
Second Layer,
MC5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sound Behaviour,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young,
Monolake,
New York Dolls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dave Gahan,
The Velvet Underground,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Franke,
New Order,
Sam Rivers,
Ohio Players,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flipper,
Reagan Youth,
Accadde A,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Christie,
Minutemen,
Parry Music,
Joy Division,
Young Marble Giants,
Y Pants,
Scion,
Bob Dylan,
Swell Maps,
Cameo,
Graham Central Station,
Kurtis Blow,
Cheater Slicks,
Surgeon,
Spoonie Gee,
Aloha Tigers,
Alton Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Easy Going,
The J.B.'s,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.