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 Thailand and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bill Wells to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Janne Schatter,
The Smiths,
The Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed,
Barry Ungar,
Aswad,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neu!,
Vainqueur,
Joensuu 1685,
Ituana,
Ultra Naté,
Television Personalities,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gap Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
10cc,
Steve Hackett,
Soul II Soul,
Spandau Ballet,
Kas Product,
Supertramp,
The Names,
Chrome,
Fela Kuti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hasil Adkins,
June of 44,
Heaven 17,
The Barracudas,
Rosa Yemen,
Quantec,
Lower 48,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran,
Soulsonic Force,
Oneida,
Accadde A,
Wasted Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stiv Bators,
Cameo,
Young Marble Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
The Young Rascals,
Sex Pistols,
Curtis Mayfield,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABBA,
The Birthday Party,
X-Ray Spex,
Brick,
Todd Rundgren,
Mars,
Black Flag,
Jacques Brel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.