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 Cambodia and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lucky Dragons to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Second Layer,
Los Fastidios,
OOIOO,
Slick Rick,
Mars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faraquet,
Bobby Womack,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
The Vogues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stetsasonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Josef K,
Tim Buckley,
The Residents,
The Fortunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Model 500,
In Retrospect,
Essential Logic,
Audionom,
Bill Wells,
Roxette,
New Age Steppers,
Sixth Finger,
Vainqueur,
Soul II Soul,
The Sonics,
Television Personalities,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monks,
Angry Samoans,
The Names,
The Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Slave,
John Cale,
The Cramps,
The Saints,
Excepter,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Moon,
June Days,
Gong,
Kas Product,
Ituana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Normal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eddi Front,
Faust,
Black Flag,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.