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 Brunei and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Hoover to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Cheater Slicks,
New Age Steppers,
Chris Corsano,
Blossom Toes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Young Rascals,
Drexciya,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doors,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pussy Galore,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacques Brel,
Sixth Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Sherman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Wings,
Au Pairs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blues Magoos,
The Last Poets,
The Angels of Light,
Sonic Youth,
Desert Stars,
Minny Pops,
Lou Christie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q65,
The Real Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Steve Hackett,
The Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Groovy Waters,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monks,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Clarke,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Terry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Buzzcocks,
The Black Dice,
Jawbox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Icehouse,
Cluster,
Wally Richardson,
Kerri Chandler,
B.T. Express,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The J.B.'s,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.