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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Boredoms to the jazz 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Severed Heads,
K-Klass,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Ornette Coleman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dead C,
The Red Krayola,
New Age Steppers,
Camberwell Now,
Alison Limerick,
Bad Manners,
Underground Resistance,
Make Up,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Vogues,
One Last Wish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fela Kuti,
The Cure,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nirvana,
Pole,
Roxette,
Smog,
Dead Boys,
Cybotron,
Ohio Players,
The Standells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fall,
Radio Birdman,
Clear Light,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare,
Charles Mingus,
Cluster,
Donald Byrd,
Ituana,
Susan Cadogan,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yazoo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Mills,
Thompson Twins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jawbox,
Brothers Johnson,
Fear,
Oblivians,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-102,
Malaria!,
June of 44,
The Black Dice,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.