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 Marshall Islands and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dave Gahan to the disco 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Almond,
China Crisis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jandek,
Country Teasers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cheater Slicks,
Los Fastidios,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Flag,
Angry Samoans,
The Leaves,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Kinks,
The Toasters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
The Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Accadde A,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Hill,
The Happenings,
June of 44,
The Selecter,
The Black Dice,
Dave Gahan,
The Move,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dual Sessions,
Youth Brigade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magma,
Roxette,
Fear,
Kurtis Blow,
The Raincoats,
Wire,
Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lyres,
X-101,
CMW,
Popol Vuh,
The Names,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.