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 Djibouti and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Terry Callier to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
the Slits,
In Retrospect,
Saccharine Trust,
L. Decosne,
Radio Birdman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Toasters,
Supertramp,
Livin' Joy,
Gang of Four,
Fatback Band,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick Morgan,
Drexciya,
Soulsonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül II,
Man Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABC,
Marine Girls,
Black Bananas,
Sam Rivers,
Max Romeo,
Soft Cell,
UT,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Danielle Patucci,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sällskapet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moody Blues,
Oneida,
Model 500,
Mission of Burma,
Pantytec,
Fluxion,
K-Klass,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ornette Coleman,
Alice Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Brand Nubian,
Pagans,
Hardrive,
Nik Kershaw,
Aural Exciters,
10cc,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxy Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Bourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Pulsallama,
Quadrant,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.