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 Jamaica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DeepChord presents Echospace 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Girls At Our Best!,
Livin' Joy,
Accadde A,
Motorama,
X-101,
Q and Not U,
Y Pants,
Deakin,
Marine Girls,
The Real Kids,
Magma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Monolake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erasure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sex Pistols,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nirvana,
The Happenings,
MC5,
Public Enemy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eli Mardock,
Harpers Bizarre,
48th St. Collective,
Supertramp,
Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Second Layer,
Pere Ubu,
The Busters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joensuu 1685,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Halsall,
10cc,
Blossom Toes,
Suburban Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Pus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
K-Klass,
Archie Shepp,
Unrelated Segments,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Hill,
Man Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.