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 Mozambique and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jesper Dahlback to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Ten City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABBA,
Slave,
This Heat,
CMW,
The Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
Wire,
Don Cherry,
The Dead C,
Cluster,
Godley & Creme,
Inner City,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grauzone,
Pierre Henry,
The United States of America,
The Smoke,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Dolphy,
Josef K,
Pussy Galore,
Funkadelic,
The Gladiators,
Unrelated Segments,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Fraelich,
OOIOO,
Pulsallama,
Tears for Fears,
The Smiths,
Fugazi,
Soul II Soul,
Radiopuhelimet,
Audionom,
Sällskapet,
Unwound,
Y Pants,
The Birthday Party,
MDC,
Excepter,
Bobby Womack,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fuzztones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Adolescents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James White and The Blacks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yazoo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Absolute Body Control,
Carl Craig,
Livin' Joy,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.