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 Lesotho and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 Ten City to the funk 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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,
The Grass Roots,
Dave Gahan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Martian,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sound,
Section 25,
kango's stein massive,
Circle Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Audionom,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
R.M.O.,
the Bar-Kays,
FM Einheit,
Excepter,
Fugazi,
OOIOO,
The Knickerbockers,
Slick Rick,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers,
Symarip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Franke,
Yaz,
Marc Almond,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Sneak,
Arab on Radar,
Negative Approach,
Interpol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
U.S. Maple,
Goldenarms,
Altered Images,
Ohio Players,
Chrome,
Laurel Aitken,
Fear,
Josef K,
Radiohead,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Axelrod,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mummies,
Cameo,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Urselle,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott Heron,
Index,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.