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 Marshall Islands and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Beau Brummels to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Pere Ubu,
The Cure,
The Remains,
Tres Demented,
Tim Buckley,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Al Stewart,
The Music Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Malaria!,
Popol Vuh,
Reagan Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Cameo,
The Gladiators,
Blossom Toes,
Idris Muhammad,
Dark Day,
Average White Band,
Deepchord,
Goldenarms,
Agitation Free,
Half Japanese,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oblivians,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
In Retrospect,
Joey Negro,
Minor Threat,
The Misunderstood,
Mandrill,
Chrome,
Royal Trux,
The Moleskins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barry Ungar,
Angry Samoans,
Silicon Teens,
Stetsasonic,
The Smiths,
Blancmange,
Chris & Cosey,
John Cale,
Fear,
Scrapy,
The American Breed,
Public Enemy,
Kenny Larkin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Order,
Eve St. Jones,
Moby Grape,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agent Orange,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Holt,
Bang On A Can,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.