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 Mongolia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Invisible to the jazz 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Harmonia,
Make Up,
Eddi Front,
The Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Accadde A,
The Moleskins,
The Residents,
Thee Headcoats,
Franke,
Shuggie Otis,
The Leaves,
Dead Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fad Gadget,
Glenn Branca,
The Fall,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Gang of Four,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eve St. Jones,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boz Scaggs,
Pussy Galore,
The Martian,
The Black Dice,
The Cramps,
Fatback Band,
Groovy Waters,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Association,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Patti Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Jandek,
Suburban Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Theoretical Girls,
Blake Baxter,
B.T. Express,
The Blackbyrds,
Monolake,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül,
Henry Cow,
The Divine Comedy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Panda Bear,
Ohio Players,
The Mojo Men,
Joyce Sims,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angry Samoans,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.