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 Slovakia and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
The Martian,
The Gories,
Clear Light,
Derrick May,
Robert Görl,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
Tom Boy,
John Lydon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Barracudas,
The Toasters,
Aloha Tigers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sam Rivers,
Byron Stingily,
Ituana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ludus,
Heaven 17,
The Pretty Things,
The Searchers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerri Chandler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Modern Lovers,
Arthur Verocai,
Connie Case,
Ohio Players,
Tim Buckley,
Jawbox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Outsiders,
Bronski Beat,
Nik Kershaw,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gong,
kango's stein massive,
The Young Rascals,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pierre Henry,
Niagra,
ABC,
New Age Steppers,
Japan,
Pulsallama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monolake,
Lungfish,
Roger Hodgson,
Brick,
Metal Thangz,
John Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.