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 Madagascar and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Maurizio to the techno 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Cheater Slicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Nirvana,
Lalann,
X-Ray Spex,
The Move,
Mission of Burma,
Moby Grape,
The Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thee Headcoats,
The Trojans,
Ultravox,
X-101,
Black Moon,
10cc,
Pagans,
Neil Young,
Grauzone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Altered Images,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Black Dice,
the Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Marc Almond,
Gichy Dan,
Sugar Minott,
Suicide,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Can,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Lynne,
Patti Smith,
Rod Modell,
Average White Band,
Scan 7,
Quando Quango,
Mandrill,
Ituana,
Scientists,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Order,
The Sound,
The Tremeloes,
The Mojo Men,
Country Teasers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cybotron,
Barrington Levy,
Peter & Gordon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Velvet Underground,
Jawbox,
Eve St. Jones,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.