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 Nauru and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 OOIOO to the rock 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dual Sessions,
Bluetip,
Marine Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barry Ungar,
Black Flag,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
D'Angelo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funky Four + One,
Bauhaus,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
One Last Wish,
Ken Boothe,
Sällskapet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jawbox,
Erasure,
The New Christs,
L. Decosne,
The Techniques,
Monks,
a-ha,
H. Thieme,
Black Moon,
Bush Tetras,
Fear,
Bobby Sherman,
Icehouse,
The Zeros,
Audionom,
Fat Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Misunderstood,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smoke,
Matthew Halsall,
Television,
Deadbeat,
Sandy B,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tears for Fears,
Toni Rubio,
Ohio Players,
Easy Going,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Urselle,
MDC,
The Music Machine,
Desert Stars,
Dark Day,
John Cale,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.