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 Armenia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Ten City to the punk 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Litter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Franke,
Erasure,
Deakin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Leaves,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aswad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra,
The Human League,
Skriet,
Nik Kershaw,
John Foxx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unrelated Segments,
Skaos,
The Divine Comedy,
Nico,
Blake Baxter,
Boz Scaggs,
Blossom Toes,
Second Layer,
Oneida,
The Names,
R.M.O.,
Rufus Thomas,
Magma,
Scott Walker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Wells,
Hardrive,
Kas Product,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rapeman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement,
Warsaw,
The J.B.'s,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Lynne,
Camouflage,
Wolf Eyes,
Wings,
Crooked Eye,
The Move,
Joyce Sims,
Don Cherry,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.