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 Kyrgyzstan and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Chris Corsano to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker,
Cheater Slicks,
Radio Birdman,
Niagra,
K-Klass,
R.M.O.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mission of Burma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Buzzcocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kayak,
The Young Rascals,
The American Breed,
Sixth Finger,
Crime,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tim Buckley,
Television,
Juan Atkins,
Hoover,
Gabor Szabo,
Fela Kuti,
The Offenders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Section 25,
Jerry's Kids,
Lakeside,
Underground Resistance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Red Krayola,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Half Japanese,
Quando Quango,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chrome,
Drexciya,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronan,
Easy Going,
The Fortunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pussy Galore,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharoah Sanders,
DNA,
Vainqueur,
In Retrospect,
AZ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Japan,
Roger Hodgson,
Idris Muhammad,
Dual Sessions,
Lower 48,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.