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 Jamaica and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Banda Bassotti to the punk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Tommy Roe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Little Man,
The Dirtbombs,
Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry's Kids,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
The Kinks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lyres,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Victims,
Warren Ellis,
The Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
the Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
The Last Poets,
Pulsallama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roger Hodgson,
Al Stewart,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra,
Josef K,
Amon Düül II,
Banda Bassotti,
Au Pairs,
Ten City,
Second Layer,
Funky Four + One,
The Cramps,
Neil Young,
Frankie Knuckles,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Con Funk Shun,
Siglo XX,
Subhumans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pagans,
Joyce Sims,
Bauhaus,
Fear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unrelated Segments,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker,
Newcleus,
Dead Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Susan Cadogan,
Gichy Dan,
Gang of Four,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.