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 Sudan and from London.
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 Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 Big Daddy Kane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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,
T.S.O.L.,
Crash Course in Science,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monks,
Amon Düül,
Flash Fearless,
the Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barry Ungar,
Gabor Szabo,
Loose Ends,
Jacob Miller,
Vladislav Delay,
Bluetip,
The Tremeloes,
Scientists,
The Star Department,
Ludus,
Lungfish,
Patti Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Trumans Water,
Marine Girls,
The Seeds,
PIL,
Sex Pistols,
Rekid,
Depeche Mode,
Warsaw,
Zapp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ten City,
The Skatalites,
Black Bananas,
a-ha,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Max Romeo,
Terry Callier,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grey Daturas,
Ohio Players,
Hashim,
Crooked Eye,
Rakim,
10cc,
Rapeman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pulsallama,
Television Personalities,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Bauhaus,
Babytalk,
Aural Exciters,
Soulsonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.