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 Slovakia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Swans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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,
cv313,
The Litter,
The Monochrome Set,
The Kinks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Malaria!,
New Age Steppers,
Freddie Wadling,
Surgeon,
The Names,
The Associates,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rufus Thomas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Sound Behaviour,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television Personalities,
The Skatalites,
The Doors,
Franke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reuben Wilson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hot Snakes,
The Stooges,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q65,
Lungfish,
Alphaville,
Ralphi Rosario,
H. Thieme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smoke,
The Modern Lovers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Young Marble Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minutemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Newcleus,
Marcia Griffiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
China Crisis,
B.T. Express,
John Foxx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Con Funk Shun,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cramps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dead C,
Saccharine Trust,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.