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 Iraq and from New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Saints to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Model 500,
Whodini,
Technova,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shuggie Otis,
FM Einheit,
F. McDonald,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantytec,
Joyce Sims,
Con Funk Shun,
Oblivians,
The Sonics,
The Saints,
Scrapy,
Donny Hathaway,
Quadrant,
The Black Dice,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker,
Von Mondo,
The Music Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lucky Dragons,
Lakeside,
Infiniti,
The Knickerbockers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Outsiders,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Duran Duran,
The Divine Comedy,
Magazine,
The Skatalites,
Trumans Water,
the Sonics,
Gang Green,
The Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mission of Burma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Sex Pistols,
Zero Boys,
The Doors,
Cluster,
Radiohead,
Alphaville,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.