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 Guinea and from Lyon.
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 Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Marine Girls to the grime 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
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,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crime,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
Man Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
Lakeside,
Alphaville,
The Fall,
Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camouflage,
Popol Vuh,
The Busters,
Deepchord,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Index,
Lalann,
The Flesh Eaters,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slits,
Henry Cow,
Bang On A Can,
Barrington Levy,
The Fugs,
Leonard Cohen,
Ossler,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blackbyrds,
John Holt,
Roger Hodgson,
Faust,
Blancmange,
Derrick May,
Icehouse,
Von Mondo,
Aural Exciters,
Youth Brigade,
Los Fastidios,
Faraquet,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dirtbombs,
Interpol,
Cecil Taylor,
The Angels of Light,
The Red Krayola,
Eden Ahbez,
Little Man,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Starr,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dark Day,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.