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 Cyprus and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Toni Rubio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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,
Make Up,
Scan 7,
Connie Case,
Joey Negro,
Scrapy,
The Black Dice,
Tres Demented,
Pylon,
Camberwell Now,
Index,
Schoolly D,
Reagan Youth,
Sam Rivers,
The J.B.'s,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker,
Stockholm Monsters,
R.M.O.,
Interpol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Birthday Party,
Al Stewart,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mark Hollis,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare,
Eric Copeland,
Au Pairs,
Joyce Sims,
One Last Wish,
the Fania All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Josef K,
Kas Product,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Litter,
Talk Talk,
Thee Headcoats,
The Knickerbockers,
Sex Pistols,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ohio Players,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crime,
H. Thieme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
kango's stein massive,
Aaron Thompson,
The Trojans,
T.S.O.L.,
Delta 5,
Matthew Halsall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New York Dolls,
the Normal,
Bauhaus,
World's Most,
Barry Ungar,
Hot Snakes,
Ronan,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.