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 Cape Verde and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bob Dylan to the dance 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New York Dolls,
Con Funk Shun,
La Düsseldorf,
Sight & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fear,
Bluetip,
Unwound,
The Doors,
Urselle,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Almond,
The American Breed,
Franke,
Alton Ellis,
World's Most,
Mission of Burma,
Wolf Eyes,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Hood,
Dave Gahan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blancmange,
Stereo Dub,
ABC,
Gichy Dan,
Ice-T,
H. Thieme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Circle Jerks,
The Smiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eurythmics,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
R.M.O.,
MDC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Niagra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Mills,
Loose Ends,
Sixth Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Star Department,
Clear Light,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Zeros,
F. McDonald,
Sparks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Enemy,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.