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 Ukraine and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Spandau Ballet to the funk 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
The Zeros,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Christie,
The Martian,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New York Dolls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonny Sharrock,
Audionom,
Moby Grape,
T. Rex,
Ituana,
Popol Vuh,
X-102,
Nik Kershaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Tremeloes,
Blancmange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
FM Einheit,
Todd Terry,
The J.B.'s,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Black Dice,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Style,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angry Samoans,
The Doors,
Siglo XX,
kango's stein massive,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bluetip,
Cybotron,
Delta 5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
UT,
The Beau Brummels,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
One Last Wish,
Skaos,
Swans,
John Foxx,
Ronan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.