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 Kazakhstan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 T.S.O.L. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Halsall,
Absolute Body Control,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liliput,
Steve Hackett,
Deakin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flash Fearless,
The Grass Roots,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joy Division,
Rekid,
The Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
The New Christs,
Connie Case,
Sight & Sound,
Lakeside,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Near,
Mary Jane Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boredoms,
Siglo XX,
B.T. Express,
the Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Jandek,
Warren Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hoover,
MDC,
Jawbox,
The Saints,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Guru Guru,
Von Mondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker,
DJ Style,
Pet Shop Boys,
Outsiders,
Soul II Soul,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Dolphy,
Mo-Dettes,
Agent Orange,
Piero Umiliani,
Cymande,
Kayak,
The Dead C,
Grauzone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pierre Henry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.