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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Bananas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Chris & Cosey,
The Skatalites,
Ornette Coleman,
Supertramp,
ABC,
Qualms,
The Barracudas,
Massinfluence,
Rekid,
Duran Duran,
Aaron Thompson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faust,
Harmonia,
The Moleskins,
Gong,
Oblivians,
Michelle Simonal,
X-102,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DNA,
Donald Byrd,
The Gun Club,
Nico,
Pierre Henry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Near,
Panda Bear,
The Searchers,
Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Circle Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
Thompson Twins,
The Martian,
Intrusion,
Funky Four + One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soulsonic Force,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalann,
Eric Copeland,
Brick,
Archie Shepp,
Susan Cadogan,
Schoolly D,
The Evens,
Max Romeo,
Eden Ahbez,
Boredoms,
Crash Course in Science,
The Invisible,
Heaven 17,
the Slits,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.