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 Djibouti 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Anakelly to the dance 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dead C,
48th St. Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Sam Rivers,
10cc,
Spoonie Gee,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül,
Harry Pussy,
Slave,
AZ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gun Club,
Peter & Gordon,
The Motions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric B and Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
The Fugs,
Section 25,
X-101,
Franke,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Crash Course in Science,
Los Fastidios,
Wire,
Pylon,
Aswad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grauzone,
Ludus,
Desert Stars,
the Association,
the Human League,
Fugazi,
Young Marble Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Angels of Light,
Tim Buckley,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dave Gahan,
Adolescents,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Grass Roots,
The Leaves,
The Young Rascals,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.