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 Rwanda and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Fall to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings 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?
Black Moon,
Danielle Patucci,
The Victims,
Fluxion,
Brothers Johnson,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Görl,
Dave Gahan,
The Wake,
Max Romeo,
Rod Modell,
Tres Demented,
Alphaville,
Sun City Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ken Boothe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blues Magoos,
The Star Department,
Lalann,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Divine Comedy,
ABBA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MC5,
Fear,
Black Bananas,
Arcadia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
The Slits,
Grauzone,
Liliput,
The Evens,
Brick,
Au Pairs,
Altered Images,
Graham Central Station,
Little Man,
Pere Ubu,
The Raincoats,
Tommy Roe,
Bang On A Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
E-Dancer,
Man Parrish,
Das Ding,
Soul II Soul,
The Moody Blues,
Jandek,
La Düsseldorf,
Deadbeat,
Icehouse,
Deepchord,
Adolescents,
Gichy Dan,
Sound Behaviour,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare,
Banda Bassotti,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.