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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare 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 Dave Gahan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Axelrod,
The United States of America,
Moss Icon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
In Retrospect,
Mars,
Laurel Aitken,
Alice Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lightning Bolt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Copeland,
Amazonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Sneak,
Scratch Acid,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masters at Work,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronan,
the Germs,
Fear,
Soul II Soul,
Brass Construction,
Das Ding,
Robert Hood,
Toni Rubio,
Terry Callier,
Mr. Review,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
JFA,
Brand Nubian,
Minor Threat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Victims,
Supertramp,
The Gories,
Absolute Body Control,
Sparks,
Fad Gadget,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pulsallama,
Country Teasers,
The Fuzztones,
Buzzcocks,
The Pretty Things,
Dual Sessions,
The Saints,
Charles Mingus,
Prince Buster,
Yazoo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.