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 Paraguay and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Arcadia to the dance 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Make Up,
The Star Department,
Swell Maps,
Roger Hodgson,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monochrome Set,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Malaria!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drexciya,
L. Decosne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aural Exciters,
The Pop Group,
Popol Vuh,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Boredoms,
ABC,
Maurizio,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reuben Wilson,
The New Christs,
Ituana,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Accadde A,
China Crisis,
Urselle,
Mad Mike,
T. Rex,
Todd Terry,
Maleditus Sound,
Franke,
Crime,
Carl Craig,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swans,
Khruangbin,
Juan Atkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronan,
Monks,
the Sonics,
Ossler,
These Immortal Souls,
Tubeway Army,
Monolake,
Deepchord,
Lindisfarne,
Nas,
Kayak,
Ultra Naté,
Television,
Sarah Menescal,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.