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 Bulgaria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Glenn Branca to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Sam Rivers,
X-101,
The Mojo Men,
Marshall Jefferson,
Urselle,
Ronnie Foster,
Yaz,
Monolake,
Ice-T,
Monks,
Organ,
The Divine Comedy,
Theoretical Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Ken Boothe,
Tres Demented,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Normal,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Near,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker,
Radiohead,
Kenny Larkin,
Aloha Tigers,
Vladislav Delay,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Toasters,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultravox,
The Barracudas,
Buzzcocks,
David McCallum,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra,
Sugar Minott,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neu!,
The Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Y Pants,
Slave,
The Happenings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry's Kids,
MDC,
Jacob Miller,
Flamin' Groovies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cure,
The J.B.'s,
The Cowsills,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Grey Daturas,
Vainqueur,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.