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 Finland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Liliput to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Rotary Connection,
Subhumans,
The Smiths,
Aural Exciters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brothers Johnson,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
Barrington Levy,
ABBA,
Scan 7,
In Retrospect,
Ornette Coleman,
The Star Department,
Harry Pussy,
Fugazi,
Susan Cadogan,
Lightning Bolt,
The Young Rascals,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young,
Marine Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Desert Stars,
Icehouse,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Terry,
Sam Rivers,
Brand Nubian,
One Last Wish,
Shoche,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dead Boys,
Ituana,
The Offenders,
Sun City Girls,
Pussy Galore,
James White and The Blacks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Max Romeo,
Theoretical Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amazonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Toni Rubio,
The Five Americans,
The Misunderstood,
Little Man,
Chris Corsano,
Tom Boy,
Jerry's Kids,
Magma,
Drexciya,
Nirvana,
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.