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 Guatemala and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Slits to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks 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?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gories,
Brick,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Certain Ratio,
Maleditus Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Metal Thangz,
Pole,
Technova,
Bad Manners,
Kayak,
Davy DMX,
the Germs,
Procol Harum,
Rekid,
Infiniti,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Cell,
Excepter,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers,
Wire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suicide,
Groovy Waters,
The Grass Roots,
EPMD,
Kevin Saunderson,
Model 500,
Quadrant,
Faraquet,
Adolescents,
Yusef Lateef,
Desert Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun City Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Youth Brigade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sparks,
Byron Stingily,
Suburban Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Talk Talk,
Joy Division,
48th St. Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Invisible,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alison Limerick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.