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 Australia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Swans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
EPMD,
The Cramps,
Lou Christie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Make Up,
Stetsasonic,
Arcadia,
Bang On A Can,
The Monochrome Set,
Barclay James Harvest,
DNA,
Sonic Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Brass Construction,
Bill Wells,
Gang Gang Dance,
OOIOO,
FM Einheit,
Trumans Water,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Leonard Cohen,
Fluxion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mission of Burma,
Thee Headcoats,
Buzzcocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Holt,
Surgeon,
Severed Heads,
Rosa Yemen,
Easy Going,
The Searchers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Black Dice,
Panda Bear,
The Cure,
Scratch Acid,
E-Dancer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stereo Dub,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers,
Country Teasers,
Joyce Sims,
Ossler,
Pantytec,
The Invisible,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pop Group,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hardrive,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.