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 Eritrea and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Shoche to the techno 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Henry Cow,
X-102,
The Evens,
Bob Dylan,
New York Dolls,
Sight & Sound,
Magazine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Toni Rubio,
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse,
The Leaves,
Grey Daturas,
Nas,
The Black Dice,
John Foxx,
The Trojans,
June Days,
Fluxion,
The Modern Lovers,
Cymande,
Gang of Four,
The New Christs,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Wells,
Supertramp,
Das Ding,
Yazoo,
Magma,
Rapeman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Altered Images,
Bill Near,
F. McDonald,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pole,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cowsills,
Franke,
the Association,
The Index,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moody Blues,
Cluster,
Quantec,
Scott Walker,
Joyce Sims,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young,
The Remains,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sound,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.