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 Dominican Republic and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 DNA to the punk 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Wake,
PIL,
David McCallum,
Joyce Sims,
Scion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
In Retrospect,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Terry,
Aloha Tigers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mad Mike,
The Litter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
D'Angelo,
The Gladiators,
Depeche Mode,
Cybotron,
Pere Ubu,
The New Christs,
Kas Product,
Rod Modell,
The Slits,
The Fuzztones,
Pussy Galore,
The Five Americans,
The Names,
Black Pus,
Crime,
The Dead C,
Terry Callier,
The Knickerbockers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Supertramp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arthur Verocai,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Schoolly D,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ken Boothe,
Fugazi,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxette,
The Monochrome Set,
Q and Not U,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Beau Brummels,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pretty Things,
Clear Light,
Nils Olav,
Cecil Taylor,
Agent Orange,
John Foxx,
Ossler,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.