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 Niger and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Clear Light to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Niagra,
Desert Stars,
The Names,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Birthday Party,
Bizarre Inc.,
Interpol,
Mo-Dettes,
Albert Ayler,
Brothers Johnson,
Sixth Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Donny Hathaway,
Hardrive,
Colin Newman,
Goldenarms,
Groovy Waters,
The Skatalites,
Basic Channel,
Minny Pops,
Porter Ricks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gun Club,
The Grass Roots,
The Cure,
Absolute Body Control,
Bronski Beat,
The Human League,
Morten Harket,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
UT,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mighty Diamonds,
OOIOO,
Zapp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mad Mike,
The Fall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joensuu 1685,
Sexual Harrassment,
James White and The Blacks,
Parry Music,
Q65,
Bootsy Collins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Rundgren,
Al Stewart,
Soul II Soul,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young,
the Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
DNA,
10cc,
Audionom,
Terrestrial Tones,
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.