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 Georgia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Subhumans to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skaos,
Gong,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantaleimon,
The Five Americans,
Circle Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Aswad,
Bobby Womack,
Rosa Yemen,
Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
Fear,
Mad Mike,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hasil Adkins,
Fluxion,
The Motions,
Blake Baxter,
New York Dolls,
Lightning Bolt,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Halsall,
The Happenings,
The Walker Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Wings,
Arab on Radar,
Stereo Dub,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythm & Sound,
Can,
Model 500,
Barbara Tucker,
The New Christs,
Von Mondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Ponytail,
Eve St. Jones,
Rotary Connection,
48th St. Collective,
The Young Rascals,
The Grass Roots,
Cabaret Voltaire,
UT,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cheater Slicks,
Negative Approach,
The Red Krayola,
Loose Ends,
Qualms,
The Slackers,
Thee Headcoats,
Dennis Brown,
Grauzone,
Make Up,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slits,
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.