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 Guinea-Bissau and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bobby Womack to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Y Pants,
The Smoke,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Mark Hollis,
Excepter,
Matthew Halsall,
Massinfluence,
The Saints,
The Barracudas,
Trumans Water,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Style,
The Pop Group,
Sugar Minott,
Minutemen,
Suicide,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bronski Beat,
Ornette Coleman,
Popol Vuh,
Pet Shop Boys,
Interpol,
New Age Steppers,
Echospace,
Niagra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skarface,
Frankie Knuckles,
Severed Heads,
LL Cool J,
Harmonia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantytec,
Technova,
Mo-Dettes,
Magazine,
The Trojans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camberwell Now,
the Germs,
Inner City,
Susan Cadogan,
Davy DMX,
The Beau Brummels,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
cv313,
John Foxx,
The Cowsills,
The Toasters,
Kaleidoscope,
Donny Hathaway,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.