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 Dominica and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Scrapy to the punk 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
In Retrospect,
Excepter,
Mark Hollis,
Patti Smith,
Prince Buster,
The Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Yellowson,
Loose Ends,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker,
Tim Buckley,
The Happenings,
The Red Krayola,
Lindisfarne,
Tears for Fears,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
Junior Murvin,
Scrapy,
Bob Dylan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Make Up,
Susan Cadogan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Subhumans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mummies,
DJ Sneak,
Mission of Burma,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Stetsasonic,
Lalann,
Swell Maps,
Trumans Water,
Model 500,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alphaville,
Sarah Menescal,
Livin' Joy,
The Blues Magoos,
Angry Samoans,
Terry Callier,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boredoms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.