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 Algeria and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-101 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Model 500,
Technova,
Kenny Larkin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-Ray Spex,
The Motions,
Harry Pussy,
Fluxion,
Jawbox,
Crooked Eye,
New York Dolls,
Joyce Sims,
Byron Stingily,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Patti Smith,
Rapeman,
The Gladiators,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythm & Sound,
The United States of America,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Talk Talk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
This Heat,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fortunes,
Shoche,
Guru Guru,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Mills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Darondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lower 48,
Urselle,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Basic Channel,
Warren Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eden Ahbez,
Negative Approach,
La Düsseldorf,
Heaven 17,
The Grass Roots,
Royal Trux,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Leaves,
Bobby Sherman,
Cluster,
Yazoo,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.