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 Nauru and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Danielle Patucci to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Sherman,
Camberwell Now,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Velvet Underground,
The Litter,
Maurizio,
Shoche,
The Saints,
Rod Modell,
Flamin' Groovies,
T. Rex,
Drexciya,
World's Most,
Interpol,
Spandau Ballet,
Howard Jones,
Public Enemy,
Japan,
Franke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Joyce Sims,
The Gories,
DJ Sneak,
Traffic Nightmare,
JFA,
Arthur Verocai,
Main Source,
Ronnie Foster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tres Demented,
Radio Birdman,
X-101,
Hot Snakes,
Ken Boothe,
Joensuu 1685,
Eli Mardock,
Susan Cadogan,
Josef K,
F. McDonald,
The Cure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The United States of America,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unwound,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Almond,
Second Layer,
Sound Behaviour,
Severed Heads,
A Certain Ratio,
ABC,
Cameo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arcadia,
Excepter,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.