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 Burkina and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dave Clark Five to the dance 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tears for Fears,
The Toasters,
Hardrive,
Suicide,
Carl Craig,
Mars,
Audionom,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dave Gahan,
Harmonia,
Tommy Roe,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül,
B.T. Express,
Isaac Hayes,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül II,
Deadbeat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sex Pistols,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Motorama,
Soul II Soul,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New York Dolls,
Young Marble Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Charles Mingus,
The Motions,
Grey Daturas,
Henry Cow,
H. Thieme,
Siglo XX,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris & Cosey,
Section 25,
Aural Exciters,
Interpol,
Freddie Wadling,
The Tremeloes,
K-Klass,
The Skatalites,
Bush Tetras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Janne Schatter,
The Blackbyrds,
Colin Newman,
Model 500,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
In Retrospect,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monolake,
F. McDonald,
Groovy Waters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.