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 Uruguay and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 The Cramps to the jazz 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vainqueur,
The Cure,
The Black Dice,
Joy Division,
Inner City,
Michelle Simonal,
10cc,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Remains,
The Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Newcleus,
Peter and Kerry,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Wyatt,
Aswad,
Q65,
The Moleskins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dead Boys,
The Gun Club,
John Holt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fuzztones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Rekid,
Camouflage,
Donald Byrd,
D'Angelo,
Eric Copeland,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Young Rascals,
Ice-T,
David Bowie,
Tres Demented,
Gabor Szabo,
Max Romeo,
The Durutti Column,
Heaven 17,
Basic Channel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeru the Damaja,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shoche,
Bronski Beat,
The Angels of Light,
The Names,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.