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 Germany 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Gladiators to the techno 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Althea and Donna,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Machine,
Faust,
JFA,
Bobby Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Monks,
Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spoonie Gee,
Accadde A,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Steve Hackett,
The Pretty Things,
Bob Dylan,
Graham Central Station,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hardrive,
Alphaville,
The Mummies,
Deadbeat,
Brand Nubian,
a-ha,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Selecter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nirvana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang of Four,
Sam Rivers,
These Immortal Souls,
Mars,
The Fortunes,
Black Sheep,
Marmalade,
Toni Rubio,
Scratch Acid,
Niagra,
Absolute Body Control,
In Retrospect,
Skaos,
Warren Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
The Young Rascals,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Copeland,
The Associates,
R.M.O.,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The J.B.'s,
James White and The Blacks,
The Busters,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.