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 Bahrain and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythm & Sound to the punk 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sarah Menescal,
Duran Duran,
Oblivians,
Television Personalities,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pretty Things,
Hoover,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABBA,
DJ Style,
The Fugs,
PIL,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bad Manners,
Panda Bear,
Nirvana,
Archie Shepp,
Buzzcocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
a-ha,
Junior Murvin,
Roxette,
Yusef Lateef,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed,
Talk Talk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moby Grape,
The Gladiators,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Görl,
Cheater Slicks,
Lakeside,
B.T. Express,
Pantaleimon,
David McCallum,
Suburban Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
The Victims,
Kenny Larkin,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Bowie,
Lightning Bolt,
Byron Stingily,
Arab on Radar,
Donald Byrd,
The Motions,
Peter and Kerry,
Flipper,
Carl Craig,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Sherman,
Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Michelle Simonal,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.