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 Sweden and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-101,
DNA,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Selecter,
Tommy Roe,
Pierre Henry,
Aaron Thompson,
Juan Atkins,
Joy Division,
The Mummies,
Angry Samoans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faust,
David Bowie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Shadows of Knight,
UT,
The Saints,
John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Christie,
The Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
a-ha,
Fear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ohio Players,
Brothers Johnson,
Thee Headcoats,
Albert Ayler,
Hardrive,
kango's stein massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lower 48,
Average White Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Davy DMX,
Make Up,
The Neon Judgement,
Jimmy McGriff,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Near,
Barrington Levy,
Scrapy,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalann,
The Seeds,
10cc,
Minutemen,
The Martian,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Skatalites,
The Music Machine,
The Last Poets,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.