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 Georgia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 the Swans to the rap 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Procol Harum,
Technova,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Niagra,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fall,
Monolake,
Crime,
Roxy Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Copeland,
The Invisible,
Tommy Roe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
La Düsseldorf,
Cheater Slicks,
World's Most,
Pagans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blancmange,
The Doors,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Normal,
Clear Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warsaw,
Eden Ahbez,
The Count Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
LL Cool J,
Essential Logic,
Yazoo,
The Music Machine,
DNA,
Intrusion,
Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Motions,
Buzzcocks,
Rapeman,
Minor Threat,
Symarip,
David Axelrod,
New York Dolls,
Black Sheep,
CMW,
The Flesh Eaters,
The United States of America,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T. Rex,
Yellowson,
Pantaleimon,
Soul II Soul,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Connie Case,
Sight & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Boogie Down Productions,
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.