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 Gabon and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bang On A Can to the crunk 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and an organ 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smoke,
Davy DMX,
Nico,
Underground Resistance,
Erykah Badu,
Sällskapet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Funky Four + One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yusef Lateef,
Oneida,
The Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Germs,
Aural Exciters,
The Trojans,
MC5,
B.T. Express,
Stetsasonic,
The Gap Band,
Interpol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Groovy Waters,
Technova,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joensuu 1685,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Knickerbockers,
Das Ding,
Fluxion,
Ken Boothe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soulsonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reagan Youth,
Make Up,
The Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Sam Rivers,
Camberwell Now,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Clarke,
Severed Heads,
cv313,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Associates,
Mad Mike,
Girls At Our Best!,
Supertramp,
Roger Hodgson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Second Layer,
Soft Machine,
Yellowson,
Subhumans,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.