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 Luxembourg and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Donny Hathaway to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Misunderstood,
Reagan Youth,
The Raincoats,
Sarah Menescal,
John Holt,
JFA,
Gang of Four,
Adolescents,
Aloha Tigers,
New Age Steppers,
F. McDonald,
Vladislav Delay,
The Leaves,
Los Fastidios,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
Ronan,
Slick Rick,
Goldenarms,
the Germs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swell Maps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Altered Images,
Hot Snakes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Axelrod,
Bauhaus,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Starr,
Public Image Ltd.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultravox,
Camberwell Now,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Angels of Light,
David McCallum,
One Last Wish,
Bob Dylan,
The Names,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
10cc,
Yaz,
Arab on Radar,
Reuben Wilson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skriet,
Matthew Halsall,
Skarface,
Connie Case,
Animal Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.