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 Greece and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crime to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Associates,
Chris Corsano,
Faraquet,
Janne Schatter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Moon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Make Up,
The Fugs,
Tim Buckley,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Misunderstood,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dark Day,
The New Christs,
Fat Boys,
The Cowsills,
New Order,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gong,
Johnny Clarke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warsaw,
Television Personalities,
Roxy Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Womack,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boz Scaggs,
cv313,
Bronski Beat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Mills,
Deepchord,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Green,
Motorama,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smiths,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Dolphy,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick Morgan,
Ralphi Rosario,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gun Club,
The Dirtbombs,
Massinfluence,
Babytalk,
Letta Mbulu,
The Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.