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 Guatemala and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Silicon Teens to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxy Music,
Jacques Brel,
Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Bar-Kays,
Radio Birdman,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Japan,
Roxette,
The Neon Judgement,
Los Fastidios,
E-Dancer,
New York Dolls,
Interpol,
Deepchord,
PIL,
Skriet,
The Toasters,
Shoche,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kenny Larkin,
Maurizio,
Chris & Cosey,
The Remains,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funky Four + One,
The Monks,
Sun Ra,
Bad Manners,
Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Hill,
Outsiders,
Warren Ellis,
The Real Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tears for Fears,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed,
James White and The Blacks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sister Nancy,
Arcadia,
Darondo,
John Foxx,
The Zeros,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cecil Taylor,
Maleditus Sound,
Urselle,
Wings,
Barry Ungar,
New Order,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.