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 Denmark and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Oneida to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Essential Logic,
Reuben Wilson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Byron Stingily,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül II,
Sun City Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
The Move,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sex Pistols,
Howard Jones,
Royal Trux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Second Layer,
Gichy Dan,
Skaos,
The Slackers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
Mars,
Erasure,
Liliput,
Judy Mowatt,
Tim Buckley,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxy Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Aaron Thompson,
Minor Threat,
Lou Christie,
Boz Scaggs,
Marmalade,
The Motions,
The Cure,
New Order,
Warren Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
Reagan Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fall,
Heaven 17,
Letta Mbulu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Clear Light,
Metal Thangz,
Warsaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lyres,
Ten City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Saints,
Roxette,
Ronan,
Loose Ends,
Fad Gadget,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.