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 South Africa and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Inner City to the disco 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Skaos,
Freddie Wadling,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Teasers,
the Association,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New York Dolls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Janne Schatter,
The Index,
Faraquet,
June of 44,
Au Pairs,
Khruangbin,
Wings,
World's Most,
Ultra Naté,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
48th St. Collective,
Black Pus,
Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Simply Red,
Kayak,
Buzzcocks,
Black Flag,
John Holt,
CMW,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Average White Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed,
JFA,
Todd Terry,
Cameo,
Cymande,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spoonie Gee,
Dave Gahan,
The Searchers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter & Gordon,
The Saints,
Isaac Hayes,
EPMD,
Q65,
PIL,
Young Marble Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.