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 Netherlands and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DJ Sneak to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Dolphy,
Blake Baxter,
Magma,
Das Ding,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moleskins,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Banda Bassotti,
the Association,
Public Enemy,
Joyce Sims,
Lyres,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fall,
KRS-One,
Loose Ends,
48th St. Collective,
Average White Band,
The Fugs,
Nils Olav,
Stereo Dub,
The Vogues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronan,
B.T. Express,
Shoche,
Dave Gahan,
Royal Trux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Black Moon,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Offenders,
Heaven 17,
Simply Red,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mummies,
Hot Snakes,
Index,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Bourne,
the Slits,
The Gap Band,
Pulsallama,
Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
Adolescents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Zeros,
Moss Icon,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.