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 Grenada and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Joy Division to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Alton Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dark Day,
The Fortunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Zeros,
The Saints,
Faust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Morten Harket,
John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Tubeway Army,
Accadde A,
Barrington Levy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yazoo,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Altered Images,
Popol Vuh,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skarface,
Scott Walker,
Gong,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
AZ,
Oblivians,
Bootsy Collins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers,
PIL,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camouflage,
Silicon Teens,
Eli Mardock,
Ronan,
Whodini,
The Doors,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pagans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABBA,
The Seeds,
Wings,
Quadrant,
The J.B.'s,
The Durutti Column,
Pussy Galore,
Aloha Tigers,
Aswad,
The Wake,
Magma,
The Gladiators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Procol Harum,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.