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 Namibia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Q and Not U to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Letta Mbulu,
Davy DMX,
The Standells,
Tears for Fears,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scion,
Duran Duran,
Wolf Eyes,
Anthony Braxton,
the Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
Shuggie Otis,
Malaria!,
James White and The Blacks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Loose Ends,
Howard Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed,
Aloha Tigers,
This Heat,
Second Layer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thompson Twins,
The Young Rascals,
Gabor Szabo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monochrome Set,
Inner City,
Fela Kuti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The J.B.'s,
Basic Channel,
Lungfish,
Severed Heads,
Brick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mo-Dettes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Human League,
Joyce Sims,
Underground Resistance,
Alphaville,
Procol Harum,
Drexciya,
The Saints,
Sparks,
Bang On A Can,
David McCallum,
Can,
Cybotron,
Erykah Badu,
Yusef Lateef,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.