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 Palau and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bang On A Can to the rap 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure 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?
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Wake,
Gang Green,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bad Manners,
Anakelly,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Görl,
The Residents,
Todd Terry,
Depeche Mode,
Pagans,
Little Man,
Skarface,
Second Layer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythm & Sound,
The United States of America,
Rod Modell,
Yellowson,
Newcleus,
Fear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Moon,
Tom Boy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skriet,
Johnny Clarke,
Pylon,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers,
Livin' Joy,
John Lydon,
Aswad,
The Blues Magoos,
Accadde A,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Leonard Cohen,
Half Japanese,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed,
Guru Guru,
Ultravox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brass Construction,
Graham Central Station,
Con Funk Shun,
The Modern Lovers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Bananas,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.