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 Grenada and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Agent Orange,
Sixth Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
Main Source,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Judy Mowatt,
The Tremeloes,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Trumans Water,
Lakeside,
The Zeros,
Albert Ayler,
Sonny Sharrock,
JFA,
Eric Copeland,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flipper,
Amon Düül,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oblivians,
Alphaville,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang On A Can,
The Human League,
Darondo,
Angry Samoans,
Los Fastidios,
The Beau Brummels,
Television Personalities,
Model 500,
Kas Product,
Masters at Work,
Blake Baxter,
the Human League,
Cluster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harry Pussy,
The Stooges,
T.S.O.L.,
Hot Snakes,
Urselle,
K-Klass,
T. Rex,
Carl Craig,
Q and Not U,
Nico,
Clear Light,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare,
Erykah Badu,
The Offenders,
Black Sheep,
The Five Americans,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.