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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lou Reed 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 Ultra Naté to the crunk 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harry Pussy,
Q65,
Fad Gadget,
Chrome,
Terry Callier,
The Dead C,
Royal Trux,
Piero Umiliani,
David McCallum,
The Standells,
Albert Ayler,
Alison Limerick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scion,
Lou Christie,
The Black Dice,
The Cowsills,
Loose Ends,
Funkadelic,
Fatback Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Tremeloes,
Q and Not U,
Yazoo,
Arcadia,
Clear Light,
Motorama,
Cheater Slicks,
Procol Harum,
Moebius,
Black Moon,
Subhumans,
Au Pairs,
Camberwell Now,
Kool Moe Dee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eli Mardock,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liliput,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smoke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
JFA,
Colin Newman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Ituana,
Nirvana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Y Pants,
Swans,
Eurythmics,
Bronski Beat,
Sixth Finger,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.