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 Guyana and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Marc Almond to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delta 5,
Surgeon,
Desert Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun City Girls,
Model 500,
Sister Nancy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Black Sheep,
Joe Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Wells,
The Dead C,
Circle Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
Boz Scaggs,
Minutemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funkadelic,
Amazonics,
The Moody Blues,
The Slackers,
Johnny Clarke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flipper,
Ten City,
One Last Wish,
Bluetip,
Fatback Band,
Toni Rubio,
Saccharine Trust,
The Standells,
Marc Almond,
Cameo,
Althea and Donna,
Audionom,
The Music Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Max Romeo,
Danielle Patucci,
Mandrill,
E-Dancer,
48th St. Collective,
Warren Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eden Ahbez,
The Remains,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.