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 Afghanistan and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Derrick May to the dance 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Arcadia,
Eden Ahbez,
Porter Ricks,
Motorama,
Royal Trux,
The Victims,
Ludus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T.S.O.L.,
EPMD,
Bobby Womack,
Maleditus Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
The Invisible,
B.T. Express,
Audionom,
The Doors,
Procol Harum,
Dawn Penn,
Al Stewart,
Patti Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chrome,
Young Marble Giants,
X-102,
Grauzone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nils Olav,
Chris & Cosey,
Pierre Henry,
Bob Dylan,
Sugar Minott,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare,
The Walker Brothers,
John Cale,
PIL,
Sparks,
MC5,
Vainqueur,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Franke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alphaville,
Joy Division,
Glenn Branca,
The Human League,
Public Enemy,
Max Romeo,
Toni Rubio,
Agent Orange,
In Retrospect,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Surgeon,
Average White Band,
Skaos,
Jeff Lynne,
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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.