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 Austria and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crash Course in Science to the grime 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Stooges,
Grey Daturas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Darondo,
Sonic Youth,
The Slits,
Dennis Brown,
Absolute Body Control,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Five Americans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Certain Ratio,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed,
Moby Grape,
Brothers Johnson,
Massinfluence,
Sandy B,
The Associates,
The J.B.'s,
The Smoke,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Depeche Mode,
The Star Department,
Liliput,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skarface,
Deepchord,
Goldenarms,
Sixth Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Buzzcocks,
The Velvet Underground,
La Düsseldorf,
Colin Newman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monks,
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heaven 17,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Metal Thangz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arcadia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Motorama,
Tres Demented,
Chris Corsano,
Barbara Tucker,
The Standells,
Lindisfarne,
The Last Poets,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Almond,
Nico,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Smooth,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.