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 Morocco and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Make Up to the funk 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
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,
Depeche Mode,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
The Skatalites,
Blossom Toes,
Maleditus Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Hill,
Main Source,
Hashim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Sixth Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
The Trojans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fugs,
Eve St. Jones,
Second Layer,
The Gladiators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Byrd,
The Star Department,
Brass Construction,
Minor Threat,
The Saints,
Nico,
the Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Germs,
Zapp,
Cheater Slicks,
LL Cool J,
Lakeside,
Niagra,
Skarface,
Terry Callier,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Grass Roots,
Intrusion,
X-102,
Flipper,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Pus,
Ponytail,
Deakin,
Rotary Connection,
Juan Atkins,
The Cowsills,
Marine Girls,
Motorama,
Minutemen,
the Bar-Kays,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Machine,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.