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 Ecuador and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Suicide to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
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,
Malaria!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yellowson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Half Japanese,
Crispy Ambulance,
Severed Heads,
Niagra,
Jerry's Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Can,
Todd Terry,
The Remains,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare,
Monks,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liliput,
Loose Ends,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Order,
Idris Muhammad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
Motorama,
Shoche,
The Human League,
Nico,
Charles Mingus,
The Motions,
Boz Scaggs,
One Last Wish,
Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radio Birdman,
Kenny Larkin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Byron Stingily,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxy Music,
The Grass Roots,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Saints,
Sly & The Family Stone,
48th St. Collective,
Gang of Four,
Neu!,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.