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 Nicaragua and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Agent Orange to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Supertramp,
Heaven 17,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Bananas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scion,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Fraelich,
Spandau Ballet,
Hasil Adkins,
Porter Ricks,
The Move,
Hoover,
Yazoo,
Agitation Free,
Whodini,
Bang On A Can,
The Blues Magoos,
Marvin Gaye,
Scientists,
The Litter,
Susan Cadogan,
The Seeds,
Motorama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
Roxy Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Connie Case,
Absolute Body Control,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Prince Buster,
Sex Pistols,
The Associates,
Country Teasers,
Marmalade,
cv313,
Accadde A,
The Barracudas,
Visage,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doobie Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Jandek,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Howard Jones,
Masters at Work,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.