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 Ukraine and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Wally Richardson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Khruangbin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Colin Newman,
Connie Case,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mummies,
Porter Ricks,
Sight & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
the Swans,
Lou Christie,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Birthday Party,
Trumans Water,
Stetsasonic,
Reuben Wilson,
Model 500,
Fluxion,
Bang On A Can,
KRS-One,
The Star Department,
Motorama,
Cal Tjader,
The Human League,
Lakeside,
Parry Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Angels of Light,
Depeche Mode,
Franke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blues Magoos,
Television Personalities,
Clear Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minnie Riperton,
Aaron Thompson,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Residents,
LL Cool J,
Barrington Levy,
Patti Smith,
Symarip,
The Moody Blues,
Barbara Tucker,
Hoover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Order,
Subhumans,
Michelle Simonal,
Zapp,
Peter & Gordon,
The Tremeloes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
K-Klass,
Severed Heads,
Todd Terry,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.