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 Djibouti and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan 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?
The Gap Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Bananas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soulsonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Ultravox,
Fluxion,
Danielle Patucci,
Erykah Badu,
Agitation Free,
Dark Day,
Depeche Mode,
L. Decosne,
The Trojans,
The Monochrome Set,
Interpol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Outsiders,
Pulsallama,
Eric Dolphy,
Rites of Spring,
Masters at Work,
Darondo,
Lalann,
the Sonics,
Terry Callier,
The Remains,
Camberwell Now,
Dennis Brown,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-102,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Young Marble Giants,
the Association,
DJ Style,
Tim Buckley,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blossom Toes,
Don Cherry,
Eden Ahbez,
Guru Guru,
Soft Machine,
Minny Pops,
Iggy Pop,
Vainqueur,
Godley & Creme,
Stiv Bators,
The Busters,
Goldenarms,
Brothers Johnson,
The Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Davy DMX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.