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 Indonesia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Max Romeo to the jazz 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
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,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Real Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
The Move,
Dark Day,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Sneak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare,
The Grass Roots,
Flipper,
MDC,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Zeros,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers,
Khruangbin,
Henry Cow,
Zero Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Ossler,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Skatalites,
Funkadelic,
Fluxion,
Symarip,
Shoche,
In Retrospect,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Judy Mowatt,
Cheater Slicks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Seeds,
X-101,
The Moody Blues,
the Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Niagra,
The Residents,
Gabor Szabo,
10cc,
Dead Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Dawn Penn,
the Normal,
Aloha Tigers,
Quantec,
The Mummies,
Marc Almond,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cymande,
Sound Behaviour,
The Music Machine,
The Misunderstood,
The Gladiators,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.