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 Philippines and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Tommy Roe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Yellowson,
Vainqueur,
Scientists,
Trumans Water,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Essential Logic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lungfish,
The Music Machine,
Sparks,
Bush Tetras,
Minny Pops,
Joey Negro,
Harmonia,
Slave,
Organ,
Dave Gahan,
Shuggie Otis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harry Pussy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Young Marble Giants,
Pierre Henry,
The Black Dice,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Normal,
Loose Ends,
John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doors,
Gang of Four,
The Blues Magoos,
The J.B.'s,
The Mummies,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Womack,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oblivians,
The American Breed,
The Evens,
Freddie Wadling,
X-Ray Spex,
Von Mondo,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott Heron,
Basic Channel,
Todd Terry,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alison Limerick,
Pole,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Clarke,
Shoche,
Audionom,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.