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 China and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 China Crisis to the grime 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gabor Szabo,
Can,
Patti Smith,
Man Parrish,
Make Up,
the Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Piero Umiliani,
Interpol,
Circle Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sam Rivers,
Pulsallama,
The American Breed,
Bill Near,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ludus,
The Black Dice,
Dawn Penn,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
The Toasters,
Dark Day,
Nils Olav,
The Dead C,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gong,
Anthony Braxton,
Althea and Donna,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Evens,
Rosa Yemen,
The Names,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Sheep,
John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shoche,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television,
Siglo XX,
Kas Product,
D'Angelo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Wake,
The Move,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Dolphy,
Agent Orange,
Roxette,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nico,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lower 48,
Hardrive,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.