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 Canada and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Interpol to the funk 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Ossler,
Blossom Toes,
Excepter,
Pole,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hasil Adkins,
The Five Americans,
Drexciya,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Second Layer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ludus,
Robert Wyatt,
Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slave,
Jerry's Kids,
John Lydon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neu!,
The Beau Brummels,
Eve St. Jones,
Bad Manners,
Theoretical Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chrome,
Bronski Beat,
FM Einheit,
This Heat,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smoke,
Cymande,
OOIOO,
Johnny Osbourne,
Little Man,
Clear Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Popol Vuh,
Patti Smith,
Duran Duran,
Althea and Donna,
Malaria!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gun Club,
Young Marble Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Schoolly D,
Outsiders,
Scientists,
Lyres,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monochrome Set,
Zapp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.