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 Equatorial Guinea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Scion to the disco 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Sugar Minott,
Black Bananas,
Babytalk,
Fugazi,
Cal Tjader,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
kango's stein massive,
Pylon,
David Axelrod,
Groovy Waters,
Pierre Henry,
John Lydon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smiths,
Flipper,
The Trojans,
Dead Boys,
The Saints,
Simply Red,
Popol Vuh,
Blossom Toes,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
In Retrospect,
Drexciya,
DJ Sneak,
Moss Icon,
the Normal,
Theoretical Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Severed Heads,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dawn Penn,
Newcleus,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry's Kids,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mars,
Malaria!,
Nils Olav,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Sheep,
Urselle,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
New York Dolls,
Nick Fraelich,
Wire,
Matthew Halsall,
Half Japanese,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Althea and Donna,
The Associates,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantaleimon,
FM Einheit,
Brass Construction,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.