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 Honduras and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Rufus Thomas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and an oboe 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Vogues,
Unwound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kurtis Blow,
The Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
H. Thieme,
Pierre Henry,
Ituana,
Procol Harum,
Charles Mingus,
Sam Rivers,
Public Enemy,
Audionom,
The Buckinghams,
Yazoo,
Sight & Sound,
The Gap Band,
The Angels of Light,
The Stooges,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amazonics,
Y Pants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swans,
Joe Smooth,
D'Angelo,
U.S. Maple,
Inner City,
Nas,
Cameo,
Black Flag,
Wolf Eyes,
ABC,
The Leaves,
Brass Construction,
Marine Girls,
Franke,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sparks,
In Retrospect,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gichy Dan,
Dave Gahan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
cv313,
Gang Green,
Warren Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James White and The Blacks,
Yellowson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stetsasonic,
X-102,
The Misunderstood,
Spoonie Gee,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.