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 Ukraine 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Scientists to the grunge 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Dead C,
Funkadelic,
Rosa Yemen,
The Remains,
a-ha,
Jawbox,
Los Fastidios,
The Fall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick May,
The Buckinghams,
Youth Brigade,
Liliput,
The Knickerbockers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Finger,
Howard Jones,
The Fugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Newcleus,
Mo-Dettes,
Kurtis Blow,
Idris Muhammad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
JFA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Ponytail,
Bobby Womack,
D'Angelo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warren Ellis,
Brass Construction,
Susan Cadogan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dennis Brown,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Residents,
David McCallum,
Bad Manners,
Lower 48,
Peter & Gordon,
B.T. Express,
Qualms,
Carl Craig,
Section 25,
Wire,
Supertramp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q65,
Jeff Mills,
Oblivians,
James White and The Blacks,
Roger Hodgson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Adolescents,
The Angels of Light,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.