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 Mexico and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Real Kids to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pole,
Country Teasers,
Graham Central Station,
Royal Trux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tommy Roe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tears for Fears,
Ludus,
Man Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Essential Logic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Can,
The Count Five,
Unwound,
The Star Department,
Scion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yellowson,
Rosa Yemen,
The Divine Comedy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eddi Front,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cure,
JFA,
Gong,
Supertramp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Juan Atkins,
Franke,
Blake Baxter,
Prince Buster,
Deepchord,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gladiators,
The Associates,
Echospace,
Vainqueur,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alice Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
Sugar Minott,
Bang On A Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
Guru Guru,
Severed Heads,
Make Up,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Osbourne,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.