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 Taiwan 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Icehouse,
The Beau Brummels,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thompson Twins,
Funky Four + One,
Boz Scaggs,
Section 25,
Jawbox,
Barry Ungar,
Patti Smith,
The Mummies,
The Fugs,
Albert Ayler,
B.T. Express,
New Order,
Camberwell Now,
The Blues Magoos,
Pierre Henry,
The Associates,
The Barracudas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ken Boothe,
Skriet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moleskins,
Man Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Monks,
The New Christs,
Little Man,
Rod Modell,
John Foxx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Busters,
The Zeros,
Matthew Bourne,
Qualms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Easy Going,
Quadrant,
Das Ding,
The Tremeloes,
Guru Guru,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Certain Ratio,
MC5,
Ituana,
The Gories,
Gang of Four,
June of 44,
Duran Duran,
The Star Department,
Talk Talk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lower 48,
Franke,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.