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 Austria and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alarm Clocks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Albert Ayler,
Procol Harum,
Livin' Joy,
Glenn Branca,
Roger Hodgson,
Depeche Mode,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anthony Braxton,
Slick Rick,
June of 44,
The J.B.'s,
Kayak,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
CMW,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers,
New Age Steppers,
Josef K,
Suicide,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Henry Cow,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slackers,
The Fire Engines,
X-102,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxette,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mummies,
Sound Behaviour,
T.S.O.L.,
Pierre Henry,
Aural Exciters,
Fad Gadget,
Shoche,
New York Dolls,
The Durutti Column,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q65,
Tropical Tobacco,
Outsiders,
The Golliwogs,
Ossler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nils Olav,
Con Funk Shun,
Aaron Thompson,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispian St. Peters,
David McCallum,
Pulsallama,
The Associates,
Los Fastidios,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Byron Stingily,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crime,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.