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 Nicaragua and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sandy B to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Lynne,
Cameo,
the Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Sonic Youth,
The Buckinghams,
T.S.O.L.,
Jandek,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Birthday Party,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Last Poets,
Organ,
Delta 5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Divine Comedy,
Juan Atkins,
Stereo Dub,
Arthur Verocai,
Fat Boys,
The Black Dice,
Roger Hodgson,
Gong,
The Selecter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Surgeon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Joy Division,
Grauzone,
Sex Pistols,
Minny Pops,
Erasure,
A Certain Ratio,
The Misunderstood,
World's Most,
The Seeds,
Pole,
The Toasters,
Eurythmics,
The American Breed,
Pierre Henry,
Kaleidoscope,
Shoche,
One Last Wish,
Main Source,
Graham Central Station,
the Sonics,
Bluetip,
FM Einheit,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Half Japanese,
Pulsallama,
Radiohead,
Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.