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 Uruguay and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Wire to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Pus,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Green,
X-102,
Josef K,
Whodini,
Bill Wells,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mummies,
Agitation Free,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joyce Sims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Cybotron,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang On A Can,
The Busters,
Archie Shepp,
The Trojans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Martian,
F. McDonald,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers,
Ice-T,
This Heat,
The Gun Club,
Wings,
Loose Ends,
The Happenings,
Sam Rivers,
John Lydon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arcadia,
Terry Callier,
Camouflage,
Desert Stars,
Slick Rick,
Pantytec,
Rites of Spring,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anakelly,
The Gladiators,
Pulsallama,
New Age Steppers,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.