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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rock 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
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 Raincoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Bourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lungfish,
Motorama,
Dennis Brown,
Y Pants,
Cluster,
Average White Band,
Das Ding,
kango's stein massive,
The Slackers,
Ronan,
Moebius,
The Gories,
Warren Ellis,
Whodini,
The Kinks,
Cameo,
Scan 7,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agent Orange,
The Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
Subhumans,
Intrusion,
Gichy Dan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mojo Men,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Terry,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Index,
Flipper,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pere Ubu,
Easy Going,
Agitation Free,
Absolute Body Control,
Cheater Slicks,
Stereo Dub,
Brothers Johnson,
Michelle Simonal,
Ossler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Copeland,
The Count Five,
The Misunderstood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
L. Decosne,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.