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 Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Theoretical Girls to the grunge 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skaos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Subhumans,
E-Dancer,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warsaw,
Ultravox,
Chrome,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Absolute Body Control,
Gong,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gories,
T. Rex,
Eden Ahbez,
Arab on Radar,
Animal Collective,
Fluxion,
Junior Murvin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronan,
Accadde A,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker,
Lightning Bolt,
The United States of America,
Crash Course in Science,
The Barracudas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Terry,
Alphaville,
Yusef Lateef,
Lyres,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Howard Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Angels of Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Evens,
The Gladiators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Franke,
Little Man,
Bauhaus,
Rosa Yemen,
Amazonics,
ABBA,
Index,
The Young Rascals,
Mo-Dettes,
Fat Boys,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.