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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Shoche to the punk 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Liliput,
Theoretical Girls,
E-Dancer,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fad Gadget,
The Litter,
The Last Poets,
Inner City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythm & Sound,
Clear Light,
Jeff Mills,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Hood,
Loose Ends,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Agitation Free,
Dual Sessions,
Television Personalities,
Kayak,
48th St. Collective,
Moby Grape,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June of 44,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Von Mondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Visage,
Marc Almond,
Toni Rubio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heaven 17,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiohead,
The Vogues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Danielle Patucci,
Franke,
Freddie Wadling,
The Raincoats,
Oblivians,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Fraelich,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Buzzcocks,
Dark Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.