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 Lesotho and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Mighty Diamonds to the crunk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Beau Brummels,
Hot Snakes,
Donald Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Technova,
Harmonia,
Accadde A,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dave Gahan,
Brass Construction,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gun Club,
Smog,
Symarip,
Susan Cadogan,
Agitation Free,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Starr,
Joe Smooth,
Faust,
Gerry Rafferty,
Audionom,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angry Samoans,
Urselle,
Inner City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
E-Dancer,
Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cluster,
One Last Wish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Laurel Aitken,
Harry Pussy,
The Index,
The Move,
Malaria!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter & Gordon,
X-Ray Spex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Royal Trux,
KRS-One,
Eddi Front,
John Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Jandek,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mark Hollis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yellowson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eli Mardock,
Davy DMX,
The Gap Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.