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 Argentina and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Second Layer,
The Searchers,
Half Japanese,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Association,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sarah Menescal,
John Lydon,
Wings,
The Grass Roots,
The Monochrome Set,
Yazoo,
The Martian,
Robert Wyatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Bowie,
Mandrill,
Matthew Bourne,
The Star Department,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Nirvana,
Blossom Toes,
Massinfluence,
The Music Machine,
The Trojans,
Glenn Branca,
The American Breed,
X-101,
The Associates,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Remains,
The Kinks,
Jawbox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Graham Central Station,
Oblivians,
Lindisfarne,
Unwound,
Quadrant,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Procol Harum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jandek,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mr. Review,
The Evens,
Alice Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
Lightning Bolt,
the Sonics,
Moebius,
Newcleus,
Jeru the Damaja,
T.S.O.L.,
The Offenders,
The Leaves,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.