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 Bangladesh and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Golliwogs,
Eli Mardock,
Hashim,
The Buckinghams,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Byrd,
Franke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
H. Thieme,
Unwound,
Cluster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nas,
Con Funk Shun,
The Walker Brothers,
Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Enemy,
Talk Talk,
10cc,
Cameo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television Personalities,
Shoche,
Swell Maps,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Guru Guru,
Theoretical Girls,
Oblivians,
Ludus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Flag,
Mo-Dettes,
Ponytail,
Sällskapet,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
DNA,
Ultravox,
Television,
Danielle Patucci,
Youth Brigade,
Blossom Toes,
John Coltrane,
The Busters,
La Düsseldorf,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
The Five Americans,
the Germs,
The Beau Brummels,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch 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.