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 Zimbabwe and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blake Baxter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Byron Stingily,
The Litter,
The Beau Brummels,
E-Dancer,
Mantronix,
The Gladiators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mad Mike,
The Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thompson Twins,
Lalann,
Agent Orange,
Gang Starr,
The Remains,
Donald Byrd,
Hoover,
Moby Grape,
Todd Rundgren,
B.T. Express,
Godley & Creme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Loose Ends,
The Human League,
Crooked Eye,
The Star Department,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q and Not U,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Holt,
Television Personalities,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Martian,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blues Magoos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Patti Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reagan Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stetsasonic,
Dave Gahan,
David Bowie,
The Leaves,
Fela Kuti,
The Tremeloes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
K-Klass,
Heaven 17,
X-Ray Spex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Silicon Teens,
June Days,
Essential Logic,
Yellowson,
Spoonie Gee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.