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 Qatar and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
the Association,
Guru Guru,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mojo Men,
MC5,
Adolescents,
Unwound,
Dave Gahan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fad Gadget,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
CMW,
Monolake,
The Angels of Light,
Roxette,
Schoolly D,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Young Marble Giants,
Vainqueur,
Tom Boy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Remains,
Althea and Donna,
Goldenarms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scan 7,
Interpol,
Fela Kuti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angry Samoans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brand Nubian,
Mission of Burma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Smooth,
Make Up,
Tubeway Army,
This Heat,
Todd Rundgren,
Henry Cow,
Sarah Menescal,
China Crisis,
The Black Dice,
Banda Bassotti,
Wally Richardson,
Hot Snakes,
Minnie Riperton,
the Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doors,
Ossler,
Aswad,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.