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 Namibia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dirtbombs,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fatback Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris Corsano,
PIL,
The Remains,
Clear Light,
Rod Modell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eli Mardock,
Alphaville,
Josef K,
The Gladiators,
Crooked Eye,
Warsaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Adolescents,
Infiniti,
Inner City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wasted Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Letta Mbulu,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Wells,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sparks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Halsall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liliput,
Robert Görl,
Tres Demented,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pulsallama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
EPMD,
David Axelrod,
Excepter,
Easy Going,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Drexciya,
Underground Resistance,
Absolute Body Control,
Pussy Galore,
Index,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.