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 Mauritania and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Maleditus Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Joe Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
Wire,
Nik Kershaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
Byron Stingily,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Terry,
Ice-T,
The Techniques,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Franke,
The Slackers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Porter Ricks,
Bauhaus,
Rekid,
The Fugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Audionom,
Lower 48,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronnie Foster,
Heaven 17,
David Axelrod,
The J.B.'s,
Lalann,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultravox,
DNA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brass Construction,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Trojans,
Model 500,
cv313,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eyeless In Gaza,
China Crisis,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker,
Negative Approach,
Terry Callier,
Joyce Sims,
The Moody Blues,
Leonard Cohen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nico,
New Order,
Ponytail,
Theoretical Girls,
Dawn Penn,
The Gories,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra,
The Fuzztones,
Au Pairs,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.