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 Cambodia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Television to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Skarface,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Altered Images,
The Happenings,
A Certain Ratio,
The Tremeloes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Copeland,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Technova,
Judy Mowatt,
Siglo XX,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oblivians,
Gang of Four,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Remains,
Pierre Henry,
Jacques Brel,
Hot Snakes,
Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Aswad,
The Fuzztones,
Cluster,
DNA,
The Index,
Amon Düül,
The Pretty Things,
Heaven 17,
Barbara Tucker,
Mantronix,
Anakelly,
Lalann,
Blake Baxter,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aural Exciters,
John Lydon,
Andrew Hill,
T. Rex,
H. Thieme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kaleidoscope,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
K-Klass,
Excepter,
Susan Cadogan,
Harmonia,
Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
AZ,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.