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 Peru and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 The Fortunes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Tremeloes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Y Pants,
Robert Görl,
The Black Dice,
Pantytec,
Whodini,
Depeche Mode,
The Searchers,
The Techniques,
David Axelrod,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Index,
Alison Limerick,
B.T. Express,
Panda Bear,
Skarface,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Buzzcocks,
Shoche,
Clear Light,
Scrapy,
John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Guru Guru,
Kaleidoscope,
Steve Hackett,
Das Ding,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
JFA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jandek,
Country Teasers,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker,
T. Rex,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harmonia,
Davy DMX,
The Buckinghams,
Goldenarms,
Ultravox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra,
The Martian,
X-101,
Minutemen,
Blancmange,
Blake Baxter,
ABBA,
Andrew Hill,
Harry Pussy,
PIL,
The Standells,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.