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 Kenya and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 DJ Sneak to the grunge 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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Spoonie Gee,
The Last Poets,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Swans,
Royal Trux,
PIL,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
H. Thieme,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Foxx,
Albert Ayler,
Patti Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalann,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Hood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Buckinghams,
The Five Americans,
Alphaville,
Shuggie Otis,
Dead Boys,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra,
The Techniques,
The Vogues,
Laurel Aitken,
John Coltrane,
The Move,
Sun City Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Erykah Badu,
Aswad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacob Miller,
John Lydon,
Gong,
Porter Ricks,
The Toasters,
Byron Stingily,
The Tremeloes,
Make Up,
The Stooges,
Ten City,
the Normal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glenn Branca,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.