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 Somalia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Sun City Girls to the electroclash 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joey Negro,
Quadrant,
Tears for Fears,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris & Cosey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerri Chandler,
The Count Five,
Fluxion,
The Associates,
Black Flag,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brass Construction,
The Martian,
Public Enemy,
Fear,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
Hasil Adkins,
Alison Limerick,
The Blues Magoos,
Index,
Little Man,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Y Pants,
Agitation Free,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brick,
Livin' Joy,
The Busters,
Bobby Sherman,
Cameo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Grass Roots,
Whodini,
The Black Dice,
Heaven 17,
Banda Bassotti,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Beau Brummels,
Byron Stingily,
A Certain Ratio,
Tommy Roe,
Aural Exciters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doors,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Halsall,
Magma,
James White and The Blacks,
Fat Boys,
UT,
X-Ray Spex,
Intrusion,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.