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 Bolivia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Dead Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Wolf Eyes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Style,
Quadrant,
Audionom,
Alphaville,
David McCallum,
Inner City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Junior Murvin,
Amazonics,
The Leaves,
Donny Hathaway,
Zapp,
Skaos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moody Blues,
E-Dancer,
Max Romeo,
Tres Demented,
The Associates,
Minny Pops,
The Toasters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q65,
Average White Band,
kango's stein massive,
Arthur Verocai,
R.M.O.,
Suicide,
Brick,
the Slits,
Blancmange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Tremeloes,
Al Stewart,
Q and Not U,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jawbox,
The Angels of Light,
The Stooges,
The Fall,
The Cure,
Barbara Tucker,
Spandau Ballet,
Wally Richardson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalann,
Vainqueur,
The Music Machine,
Franke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suburban Knight,
The Skatalites,
Ronnie Foster,
Brothers Johnson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.