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 Sweden and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Todd Rundgren to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minor Threat,
Alphaville,
James White and The Blacks,
Symarip,
The Modern Lovers,
Byron Stingily,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skaos,
Pantytec,
Popol Vuh,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quando Quango,
New Order,
The Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
Das Ding,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Grass Roots,
AZ,
Joe Smooth,
Marine Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Nik Kershaw,
Delta 5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doors,
Godley & Creme,
The Residents,
The Fortunes,
Ice-T,
the Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Fraelich,
Kas Product,
Main Source,
Leonard Cohen,
The Birthday Party,
Boredoms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Banda Bassotti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suburban Knight,
The Names,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Victims,
Q and Not U,
The Cowsills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Basic Channel,
Mission of Burma,
Excepter,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.