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 Zambia and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The Grass Roots to the techno 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythm & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Derrick May,
Von Mondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Raincoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Franke,
The Blues Magoos,
Sound Behaviour,
Swans,
Icehouse,
Circle Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gong,
Little Man,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Flag,
Crime,
B.T. Express,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ossler,
Nirvana,
New York Dolls,
Unrelated Segments,
The Star Department,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
a-ha,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yusef Lateef,
E-Dancer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masters at Work,
New Age Steppers,
Guru Guru,
The Barracudas,
The Happenings,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultra Naté,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fugs,
Lou Christie,
The Kinks,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.