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 Austria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Adolescents,
Tubeway Army,
Swell Maps,
Bill Wells,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Au Pairs,
Excepter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Organ,
Metal Thangz,
The Skatalites,
Sällskapet,
Minnie Riperton,
DNA,
F. McDonald,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
AZ,
L. Decosne,
John Holt,
Chris & Cosey,
Babytalk,
Brass Construction,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alice Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker,
Skriet,
Pole,
Gastr Del Sol,
Trumans Water,
Delon & Dalcan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Idris Muhammad,
Mad Mike,
LL Cool J,
Flash Fearless,
The Misunderstood,
June of 44,
Section 25,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unrelated Segments,
Gabor Szabo,
The Five Americans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Whodini,
Nico,
The Dirtbombs,
John Lydon,
Jacob Miller,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gun Club,
Scan 7,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.