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 Nicaragua and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Nils Olav to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
D'Angelo,
Livin' Joy,
Royal Trux,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deepchord,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Youth Brigade,
Au Pairs,
New York Dolls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Boredoms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Groovy Waters,
The Mummies,
Tom Boy,
The Gories,
Sam Rivers,
The Neon Judgement,
Parry Music,
Wasted Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Japan,
Guru Guru,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kenny Larkin,
Hardrive,
Lucky Dragons,
In Retrospect,
Faust,
The Standells,
Gang Green,
John Foxx,
Ten City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Second Layer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Das Ding,
Altered Images,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erykah Badu,
the Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
China Crisis,
Hot Snakes,
Sugar Minott,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Grauzone,
The Names,
Oneida,
Leonard Cohen,
The Raincoats,
The Pretty Things,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anthony Braxton,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.