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 Japan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
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,
Goldenarms,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smoke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacob Miller,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magazine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monochrome Set,
Technova,
The Seeds,
Minutemen,
Popol Vuh,
Crooked Eye,
U.S. Maple,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nas,
Sugar Minott,
The Fortunes,
Scan 7,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stereo Dub,
The Busters,
Mr. Review,
The Black Dice,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlback,
Carl Craig,
The Human League,
Ituana,
Jandek,
Simply Red,
Radiohead,
Black Flag,
Japan,
The Golliwogs,
The Moleskins,
Franke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Invisible,
Flamin' Groovies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
Tim Buckley,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alison Limerick,
Ten City,
Sandy B,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.