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 Guatemala and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-Ray Spex,
Ituana,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brass Construction,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joensuu 1685,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Lyres,
Buzzcocks,
The New Christs,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Red Krayola,
The Doors,
Cluster,
Magma,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tubeway Army,
The Birthday Party,
Graham Central Station,
The Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vainqueur,
The Gladiators,
Eric Copeland,
Isaac Hayes,
Fugazi,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sonics,
Shoche,
Soft Machine,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
Pylon,
Yazoo,
Babytalk,
Television Personalities,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stetsasonic,
ABBA,
Cameo,
Jacob Miller,
Ronan,
The Smoke,
Glenn Branca,
Hardrive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barry Ungar,
Bad Manners,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Knickerbockers,
Eurythmics,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.