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 Somalia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare to the grime 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Delta 5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Charles Mingus,
Chris Corsano,
Pantaleimon,
John Holt,
The Blues Magoos,
DNA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Golliwogs,
This Heat,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brass Construction,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cramps,
Kayak,
Minor Threat,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Green,
FM Einheit,
Lindisfarne,
X-101,
Guru Guru,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cal Tjader,
Steve Hackett,
Archie Shepp,
Depeche Mode,
Barry Ungar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monolake,
Michelle Simonal,
Fela Kuti,
The Red Krayola,
Lebanon Hanover,
Intrusion,
The Toasters,
Kas Product,
The Fall,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eddi Front,
Soft Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Fad Gadget,
Desert Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Connie Case,
Y Pants,
The Raincoats,
Urselle,
Unwound,
The Skatalites,
Bill Wells,
Camouflage,
Bronski Beat,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.