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 Mauritius and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 DJ Style to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
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,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sister Nancy,
Pole,
The Red Krayola,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash,
Livin' Joy,
Tom Boy,
Derrick Morgan,
Deadbeat,
Guru Guru,
Kurtis Blow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Germs,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
a-ha,
Maurizio,
cv313,
Joyce Sims,
Nico,
T.S.O.L.,
Fluxion,
Fad Gadget,
Gregory Isaacs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bizarre Inc.,
Second Layer,
The Cure,
D'Angelo,
The Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Godley & Creme,
Porter Ricks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donald Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Christie,
Nik Kershaw,
The Durutti Column,
Wally Richardson,
Sound Behaviour,
Organ,
Joey Negro,
The Shadows of Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Qualms,
Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lungfish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gong,
Popol Vuh,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.