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 Korea South and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Television to the rock 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Toni Rubio,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Teasers,
Agitation Free,
Minor Threat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warsaw,
Silicon Teens,
Masters at Work,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Red Krayola,
The Fire Engines,
Audionom,
Yazoo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül,
The Smoke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Symarip,
Mo-Dettes,
the Bar-Kays,
Gong,
Sixth Finger,
John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cluster,
The Offenders,
LL Cool J,
Zero Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Khruangbin,
Spoonie Gee,
Underground Resistance,
Stiv Bators,
This Heat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Youth Brigade,
Index,
James White and The Blacks,
The Wake,
Oblivians,
Letta Mbulu,
Erasure,
Black Moon,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry's Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Foxx,
Joensuu 1685,
Smog,
Severed Heads,
Mr. Review,
Technova,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Second Layer,
Magazine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.