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 Mauritius and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Robert Wyatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Tres Demented,
Gabor Szabo,
The Neon Judgement,
Danielle Patucci,
Ponytail,
DJ Style,
The Gap Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joyce Sims,
Section 25,
the Association,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers,
The Music Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Index,
Soft Cell,
The Monks,
The J.B.'s,
Gichy Dan,
Dual Sessions,
Television Personalities,
The Standells,
the Slits,
Kas Product,
Moss Icon,
Stereo Dub,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swell Maps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Interpol,
Fat Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Litter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maurizio,
Camouflage,
The American Breed,
Barbara Tucker,
Mark Hollis,
Lakeside,
Blancmange,
X-Ray Spex,
Scan 7,
Dennis Brown,
Make Up,
Monolake,
Al Stewart,
Japan,
Boredoms,
Fatback Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Juan Atkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacob Miller,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Altered Images,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.