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 Vietnam 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Mission of Burma to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Bourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gap Band,
Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Sound Behaviour,
Gichy Dan,
ABC,
Tommy Roe,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Angels of Light,
Arab on Radar,
Dennis Brown,
Y Pants,
Bang On A Can,
Ituana,
Albert Ayler,
Japan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slick Rick,
Aloha Tigers,
Young Marble Giants,
Darondo,
X-101,
Dorothy Ashby,
R.M.O.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Audionom,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gories,
The Trojans,
Marc Almond,
Wasted Youth,
Carl Craig,
Pulsallama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moody Blues,
Donald Byrd,
CMW,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Excepter,
David Bowie,
Youth Brigade,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultra Naté,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Flag,
The Smoke,
Fear,
Dark Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.