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 Luxembourg and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donny Hathaway,
Lucky Dragons,
Erykah Badu,
JFA,
Aaron Thompson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dave Gahan,
the Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blancmange,
Basic Channel,
Camouflage,
Porter Ricks,
Bad Manners,
Mission of Burma,
Symarip,
The Five Americans,
The Walker Brothers,
Oneida,
Boredoms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Organ,
The Happenings,
ABBA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
The Evens,
Peter & Gordon,
Fela Kuti,
Pulsallama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alice Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Copeland,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fad Gadget,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
Shoche,
Derrick Morgan,
Patti Smith,
Gang Green,
The Detroit Cobras,
Make Up,
Television Personalities,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marine Girls,
Scion,
48th St. Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Nas,
Man Parrish,
Josef K,
The Slits,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.