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 Dominica and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Scrapy to the grunge 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Icehouse,
Duran Duran,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zero Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minor Threat,
48th St. Collective,
Magma,
Ralphi Rosario,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funky Four + One,
Pantaleimon,
The Slits,
The Monks,
EPMD,
Derrick May,
Boz Scaggs,
Janne Schatter,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Womack,
Supertramp,
Jeff Mills,
Babytalk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warsaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pulsallama,
Rod Modell,
One Last Wish,
Lakeside,
Letta Mbulu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wings,
Lou Christie,
Interpol,
Newcleus,
Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Essential Logic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Panda Bear,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nils Olav,
Spandau Ballet,
Visage,
Roy Ayers,
Glenn Branca,
Flash Fearless,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Index,
Fat Boys,
Goldenarms,
Juan Atkins,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.