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 Laos and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Y Pants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Sherman,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül II,
Thee Headcoats,
Tubeway Army,
Los Fastidios,
Ossler,
Brothers Johnson,
Absolute Body Control,
L. Decosne,
ABC,
U.S. Maple,
The Victims,
Rekid,
A Certain Ratio,
Barry Ungar,
Carl Craig,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispy Ambulance,
New York Dolls,
The Martian,
Curtis Mayfield,
cv313,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flash Fearless,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Dolphy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Silicon Teens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Teasers,
The Names,
The Gun Club,
Frankie Knuckles,
Negative Approach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Groovy Waters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Index,
John Lydon,
Model 500,
Soulsonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joey Negro,
DNA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neu!,
Eve St. Jones,
Terry Callier,
Theoretical Girls,
Mantronix,
Cal Tjader,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxette,
Metal Thangz,
Mo-Dettes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Wire,
Bobby Womack,
Lalo Schifrin,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.