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 Grenada and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 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 Yellowson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
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,
Colin Newman,
Chrome,
The Dead C,
Ultra Naté,
Byron Stingily,
Michelle Simonal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Dolphy,
ABBA,
Black Pus,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Roxy Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doors,
Angry Samoans,
The Durutti Column,
Howard Jones,
Tubeway Army,
Dual Sessions,
John Foxx,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Count Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Organ,
The Divine Comedy,
The New Christs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alton Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Isaac Hayes,
Little Man,
Minutemen,
Tres Demented,
The Index,
Fugazi,
KRS-One,
Stiv Bators,
Basic Channel,
Ohio Players,
Babytalk,
The Monochrome Set,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television,
Neil Young,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalann,
Bang On A Can,
Peter & Gordon,
Joey Negro,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Christie,
Duran Duran,
F. McDonald,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.