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 Liechtenstein and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marmalade to the electroclash 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
One Last Wish,
The Dirtbombs,
Scratch Acid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Livin' Joy,
The Names,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cure,
Cymande,
Alice Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
The Invisible,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Porter Ricks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aural Exciters,
Minor Threat,
Public Enemy,
Moebius,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Steve Hackett,
Niagra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
The Trojans,
Dual Sessions,
Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nils Olav,
Shuggie Otis,
Zapp,
Excepter,
Fugazi,
Shoche,
Quadrant,
Al Stewart,
Loose Ends,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Moon,
FM Einheit,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Searchers,
The Move,
Aloha Tigers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Bauhaus,
Minnie Riperton,
Wally Richardson,
Sixth Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Theoretical Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Ludus,
Ten City,
The Count Five,
Henry Cow,
The Mojo Men,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.