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 Belarus and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harmonia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Organ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Wake,
Glenn Branca,
Ituana,
Infiniti,
Graham Central Station,
Smog,
Black Bananas,
Joe Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Lower 48,
The Evens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Robert Hood,
Bauhaus,
Leonard Cohen,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun City Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moody Blues,
Rotary Connection,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pop Group,
Guru Guru,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Iggy Pop,
Archie Shepp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suicide,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agitation Free,
The Remains,
The Star Department,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dave Gahan,
Hot Snakes,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacques Brel,
The Gun Club,
Severed Heads,
Blancmange,
The Last Poets,
D'Angelo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
R.M.O.,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.