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 Turkmenistan and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxy Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Technova,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Style,
Excepter,
Lightning Bolt,
Anthony Braxton,
Sällskapet,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dirtbombs,
Tubeway Army,
June of 44,
a-ha,
Crime,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Depeche Mode,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry's Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Association,
Sarah Menescal,
Warsaw,
Neu!,
Suburban Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Trumans Water,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wire,
Bang On A Can,
Subhumans,
Minutemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Raincoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The American Breed,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Khruangbin,
The Detroit Cobras,
T. Rex,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Saccharine Trust,
L. Decosne,
Barry Ungar,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.