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 Peru and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Joey Negro to the crunk 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Lydon,
Black Sheep,
Maleditus Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Accadde A,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Excepter,
Gang Green,
Tears for Fears,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moleskins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dawn Penn,
New York Dolls,
Main Source,
Eurythmics,
Yusef Lateef,
Minor Threat,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Sneak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Royal Trux,
Joe Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Supertramp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Archie Shepp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Names,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terry Callier,
Bronski Beat,
Liliput,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Al Stewart,
Zapp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Order,
Roger Hodgson,
Colin Newman,
Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sam Rivers,
Monks,
Scrapy,
Brothers Johnson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Outsiders,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.