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 United Kingdom and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Nils Olav to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Bluetip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Almond,
The J.B.'s,
Tropical Tobacco,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacob Miller,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Byrd,
The American Breed,
The Zeros,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-101,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lucky Dragons,
Byron Stingily,
June Days,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Parrish,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swell Maps,
The Smoke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Foxx,
Quando Quango,
Altered Images,
Mantronix,
a-ha,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Steve Hackett,
Lungfish,
Warren Ellis,
The Wake,
Fluxion,
The Offenders,
Minutemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Christie,
Bill Wells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pretty Things,
The Cure,
Outsiders,
Faraquet,
The Dirtbombs,
The Saints,
The Black Dice,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.