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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Reuben Wilson to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Skaos,
Marshall Jefferson,
Technova,
The Gun Club,
Faraquet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monolake,
The Slackers,
Easy Going,
Agitation Free,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy Collins,
PIL,
Erasure,
Faust,
Desert Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Evens,
Pussy Galore,
Ornette Coleman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funkadelic,
Blake Baxter,
The Vogues,
The Divine Comedy,
Chrome,
The Fall,
Mr. Review,
Marc Almond,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABC,
Derrick May,
Quando Quango,
Half Japanese,
Todd Terry,
Kerri Chandler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Visage,
Dave Gahan,
Television Personalities,
T.S.O.L.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultravox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Severed Heads,
Jandek,
Sister Nancy,
Dead Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.