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 Costa Rica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Eric B and Rakim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare,
Skarface,
The Gladiators,
The Zeros,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ice-T,
Warren Ellis,
JFA,
Sonic Youth,
The Sound,
New Order,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dead C,
The Birthday Party,
Tommy Roe,
Alison Limerick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anthony Braxton,
Michelle Simonal,
Spoonie Gee,
Lower 48,
The Slackers,
Ponytail,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mission of Burma,
Simply Red,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Byrd,
Hashim,
Bauhaus,
Black Sheep,
X-101,
Brass Construction,
David Axelrod,
Trumans Water,
Jawbox,
Crime,
Godley & Creme,
The Red Krayola,
Tres Demented,
La Düsseldorf,
New York Dolls,
Royal Trux,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Copeland,
The Stooges,
David Bowie,
Livin' Joy,
The Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Negative Approach,
Little Man,
Public Enemy,
Spandau Ballet,
Funky Four + One,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.