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 Egypt and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Spandau Ballet to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flash Fearless,
Brick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris & Cosey,
Nik Kershaw,
The Birthday Party,
Judy Mowatt,
Bluetip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Wake,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Womack,
Danielle Patucci,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ornette Coleman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soulsonic Force,
Cluster,
Supertramp,
Nico,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drexciya,
The Offenders,
Moby Grape,
Model 500,
The Techniques,
Warsaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delta 5,
Arthur Verocai,
The Stooges,
The Moody Blues,
Wolf Eyes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mr. Review,
Bush Tetras,
Brothers Johnson,
Los Fastidios,
Magma,
John Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Juan Atkins,
Von Mondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alison Limerick,
The Pretty Things,
Pierre Henry,
Rufus Thomas,
Surgeon,
The Toasters,
Dennis Brown,
Carl Craig,
Scrapy,
Scion,
Lou Reed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Star Department,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.