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 Montenegro and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rock 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
JFA,
Brothers Johnson,
The Black Dice,
June Days,
The Smiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ponytail,
the Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Shoche,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
China Crisis,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris & Cosey,
the Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
World's Most,
the Human League,
Country Teasers,
The Leaves,
Stetsasonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Mills,
Marvin Gaye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Modern Lovers,
Arcadia,
June of 44,
Ossler,
Pole,
Section 25,
X-Ray Spex,
Cal Tjader,
Tubeway Army,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Zeros,
Bob Dylan,
Average White Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fugazi,
Lower 48,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Bar-Kays,
Vladislav Delay,
Godley & Creme,
Unwound,
MDC,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Happenings,
Deakin,
Henry Cow,
Das Ding,
The Index,
Stereo Dub,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.