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 Chile and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 CMW to the techno 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Gories,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythm & Sound,
H. Thieme,
Joensuu 1685,
Davy DMX,
Roxy Music,
Fatback Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The Beau Brummels,
the Sonics,
Qualms,
Lou Christie,
The Standells,
JFA,
Minutemen,
Urselle,
Juan Atkins,
Black Sheep,
These Immortal Souls,
Camouflage,
The Searchers,
Parry Music,
DNA,
Erykah Badu,
Sarah Menescal,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
The Golliwogs,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Association,
FM Einheit,
The Residents,
Khruangbin,
Swans,
Subhumans,
Eddi Front,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mars,
The Last Poets,
Crash Course in Science,
Cal Tjader,
Oneida,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jandek,
The Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Barracudas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scan 7,
Basic Channel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacob Miller,
Radiohead,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.