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 St Lucia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Move,
Magma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Ohio Players,
Chrome,
Nation of Ulysses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Wake,
The Doors,
Henry Cow,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-Ray Spex,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Mills,
John Holt,
Flash Fearless,
Mo-Dettes,
Dennis Brown,
The Mojo Men,
The Zeros,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Count Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Pylon,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Durutti Column,
Delta 5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gichy Dan,
Funky Four + One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Sheep,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Searchers,
The Music Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Easy Going,
Make Up,
Niagra,
Ituana,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed,
The Happenings,
Rakim,
The Litter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonic Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
a-ha,
Matthew Halsall,
Blake Baxter,
Ken Boothe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.