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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Robert Wyatt to the punk 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Simply Red,
Deepchord,
Max Romeo,
Smog,
Cheater Slicks,
Hashim,
Black Bananas,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Altered Images,
Buzzcocks,
Loose Ends,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Black Dice,
Junior Murvin,
Piero Umiliani,
Pussy Galore,
The Sound,
Lou Christie,
Mr. Review,
Surgeon,
Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Bush Tetras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Icehouse,
ABC,
Alphaville,
Eli Mardock,
U.S. Maple,
Flipper,
Das Ding,
New York Dolls,
The American Breed,
John Holt,
Pierre Henry,
Peter & Gordon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Names,
Skarface,
Scrapy,
Panda Bear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Guru Guru,
Suicide,
Lightning Bolt,
Nico,
Grey Daturas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siglo XX,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Hill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Move,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.