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 Uzbekistan and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 The Trojans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tom Boy,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Bourne,
ABBA,
Zero Boys,
Niagra,
Mission of Burma,
Malaria!,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marmalade,
Talk Talk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pagans,
Deadbeat,
Index,
Bootsy Collins,
CMW,
Kas Product,
the Human League,
Deepchord,
The American Breed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delta 5,
The Misunderstood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tubeway Army,
John Coltrane,
Lakeside,
The Blues Magoos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Danielle Patucci,
Alison Limerick,
The Smiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultravox,
The Trojans,
The Fugs,
Siglo XX,
Intrusion,
DNA,
The J.B.'s,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bob Dylan,
Soul II Soul,
The Moleskins,
Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Flag,
D'Angelo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Von Mondo,
The Stooges,
Arcadia,
MDC,
EPMD,
Model 500,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.