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 Russia and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 The Zeros to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Guru Guru,
Darondo,
Icehouse,
Kenny Larkin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra,
Rufus Thomas,
Smog,
June Days,
Banda Bassotti,
Lungfish,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anakelly,
The Real Kids,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ossler,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Green,
Sam Rivers,
Popol Vuh,
The Dead C,
Pagans,
Spandau Ballet,
Hoover,
Bill Wells,
Q and Not U,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dennis Brown,
Quando Quango,
Interpol,
Mad Mike,
Sight & Sound,
X-101,
Ultimate Spinach,
Janne Schatter,
Massinfluence,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joyce Sims,
Steve Hackett,
Qualms,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bad Manners,
Black Pus,
Khruangbin,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bronski Beat,
Colin Newman,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantytec,
Arthur Verocai,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
D'Angelo,
Wolf Eyes,
Althea and Donna,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.