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 the UAE and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 New York Dolls to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Sight & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Sixth Finger,
H. Thieme,
Motorama,
Silicon Teens,
Nas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liliput,
Black Pus,
Brass Construction,
David Axelrod,
Letta Mbulu,
Faust,
The Cramps,
Television Personalities,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T. Rex,
Mad Mike,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Intrusion,
New Order,
Whodini,
Clear Light,
Thee Headcoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Certain Ratio,
B.T. Express,
Saccharine Trust,
the Human League,
Groovy Waters,
The Stooges,
Cal Tjader,
Marvin Gaye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alton Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
The Searchers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Audionom,
The Barracudas,
The Fugs,
Bootsy Collins,
The Invisible,
The Angels of Light,
Lyres,
The Techniques,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cure,
Organ,
Pulsallama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra,
Pantytec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.