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 Burkina 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
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 spring reverb 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 Connie Case to the disco 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Boogie Down Productions,
LL Cool J,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nik Kershaw,
The American Breed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sound Behaviour,
The Angels of Light,
Slave,
The Golliwogs,
Max Romeo,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Pylon,
Oblivians,
Oneida,
Nils Olav,
Black Bananas,
Godley & Creme,
Kurtis Blow,
The Birthday Party,
R.M.O.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Christie,
Sister Nancy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Wells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacques Brel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul Sonic Force,
David McCallum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Junior Murvin,
The Residents,
Schoolly D,
The Buckinghams,
John Cale,
The Techniques,
Zapp,
Goldenarms,
Wally Richardson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pulsallama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blancmange,
Barry Ungar,
Au Pairs,
Judy Mowatt,
Technova,
Mandrill,
Gabor Szabo,
Silicon Teens,
Negative Approach,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.