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 Fiji and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tubeway Army to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Guru Guru,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Audionom,
Brass Construction,
Todd Terry,
Slick Rick,
Silicon Teens,
Pagans,
Bronski Beat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Near,
DJ Sneak,
Crash Course in Science,
AZ,
Skaos,
Suburban Knight,
Kayak,
Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nas,
Black Bananas,
Ohio Players,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The New Christs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Finger,
Trumans Water,
Flash Fearless,
The Fuzztones,
Icehouse,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Trojans,
The Durutti Column,
Patti Smith,
The Moleskins,
Fatback Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nils Olav,
10cc,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gories,
Sun Ra,
Funkadelic,
The Gladiators,
Los Fastidios,
Janne Schatter,
Mars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arcadia,
The Mummies,
E-Dancer,
Roxette,
Dawn Penn,
The Litter,
Junior Murvin,
Sixth Finger,
Gang of Four,
Sex Pistols,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.