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 Greece and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lower 48 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Gun Club,
The Selecter,
Qualms,
The Pretty Things,
Anakelly,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Finger,
Vainqueur,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Mills,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yaz,
Newcleus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Enemy,
Alison Limerick,
The Evens,
Guru Guru,
Cheater Slicks,
the Slits,
a-ha,
ABBA,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cowsills,
Mantronix,
Unrelated Segments,
Stiv Bators,
Franke,
Audionom,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacques Brel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bad Manners,
June of 44,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rotary Connection,
L. Decosne,
The Smoke,
Gang Starr,
Infiniti,
Black Pus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minor Threat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Morten Harket,
Swell Maps,
Unwound,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dead C,
The Associates,
Ponytail,
Bauhaus,
The Happenings,
Ituana,
Monolake,
Eden Ahbez,
UT,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.