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 Egypt and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scan 7 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Max Romeo,
June of 44,
Scion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marmalade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Popol Vuh,
The Fugs,
Charles Mingus,
Quando Quango,
The Velvet Underground,
Wolf Eyes,
Mr. Review,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Young Rascals,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sandy B,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABBA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Al Stewart,
Aloha Tigers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Normal,
Peter & Gordon,
Dave Gahan,
Drexciya,
Brand Nubian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alton Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerrie Biddell,
Index,
Black Sheep,
Rekid,
Black Flag,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quadrant,
One Last Wish,
Cheater Slicks,
China Crisis,
Rosa Yemen,
Infiniti,
The Dead C,
Mission of Burma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Juan Atkins,
Grauzone,
Los Fastidios,
Ponytail,
48th St. Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
The Searchers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.