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 Mauritius and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Minor Threat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Clear Light,
The Happenings,
Wings,
Blake Baxter,
Goldenarms,
Glenn Branca,
The Mummies,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Flag,
Eurythmics,
Reuben Wilson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faraquet,
Crime,
Infiniti,
Skarface,
Youth Brigade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jandek,
Metal Thangz,
Rites of Spring,
Interpol,
CMW,
Dark Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantaleimon,
The Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Model 500,
Bang On A Can,
The Buckinghams,
Second Layer,
Minny Pops,
Stetsasonic,
Iggy Pop,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxette,
Mo-Dettes,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Babytalk,
Chrome,
Cameo,
B.T. Express,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slackers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Harmonia,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.