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 Cameroon and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dead C to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Silicon Teens,
Pere Ubu,
Pylon,
Tim Buckley,
The J.B.'s,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
H. Thieme,
Man Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Graham Central Station,
Outsiders,
Todd Terry,
Cybotron,
Faust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Scion,
Morten Harket,
The Dirtbombs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maurizio,
Inner City,
Sun City Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Colin Newman,
Alice Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül II,
Leonard Cohen,
Judy Mowatt,
Steve Hackett,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Count Five,
Bill Near,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minor Threat,
Minny Pops,
Fugazi,
Aural Exciters,
Mo-Dettes,
Mantronix,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
FM Einheit,
Darondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Circle Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
Deadbeat,
Drexciya,
Urselle,
Metal Thangz,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Halsall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.