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 Guinea-Bissau and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lower 48 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Ronnie Foster,
Skriet,
Kas Product,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Essential Logic,
Todd Rundgren,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sam Rivers,
Ludus,
F. McDonald,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sugar Minott,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blackbyrds,
The Barracudas,
Isaac Hayes,
Chrome,
Derrick May,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Invisible,
Pantytec,
David Axelrod,
Hasil Adkins,
48th St. Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Interpol,
Tommy Roe,
The Golliwogs,
Bluetip,
Cymande,
Gong,
Symarip,
Davy DMX,
Eric Copeland,
Donny Hathaway,
Excepter,
Amon Düül,
Magazine,
Niagra,
Glenn Branca,
Section 25,
Schoolly D,
Fad Gadget,
Accadde A,
Absolute Body Control,
Quantec,
Monolake,
Terry Callier,
Circle Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Yellowson,
The Standells,
Alton Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
cv313,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.