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 Uruguay and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 The Beau Brummels 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Smiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pagans,
Groovy Waters,
Warren Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Parrish,
Inner City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pulsallama,
Japan,
The Index,
Skarface,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Harry Pussy,
The Young Rascals,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wally Richardson,
Morten Harket,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young,
The Gories,
Delta 5,
Magazine,
Shuggie Otis,
10cc,
Patti Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vladislav Delay,
Rapeman,
Michelle Simonal,
June Days,
Cymande,
The Zeros,
JFA,
The Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cal Tjader,
Deadbeat,
Sonic Youth,
Stiv Bators,
The Divine Comedy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crime,
The Human League,
Prince Buster,
Maleditus Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gun Club,
Toni Rubio,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.