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 Lebanon and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Liliput to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Eli Mardock,
The Dead C,
Magma,
Inner City,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warsaw,
UT,
Hoover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flash Fearless,
ABC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lakeside,
Jeff Mills,
Arab on Radar,
John Lydon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Sheep,
Ken Boothe,
Janne Schatter,
Pharoah Sanders,
H. Thieme,
The Zeros,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deakin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sound,
Lungfish,
Hot Snakes,
Buzzcocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Albert Ayler,
Tim Buckley,
The Detroit Cobras,
Excepter,
Country Teasers,
Fela Kuti,
Simply Red,
Fatback Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marvin Gaye,
Barclay James Harvest,
Junior Murvin,
Second Layer,
The Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Connie Case,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eurythmics,
Juan Atkins,
New Age Steppers,
Bad Manners,
Shoche,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.