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 Portugal and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skarface to the techno 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
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,
Ituana,
The Motions,
This Heat,
Animal Collective,
Crime,
K-Klass,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dave Gahan,
Tres Demented,
Guru Guru,
Fad Gadget,
Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Royal Trux,
Alphaville,
Pulsallama,
Magma,
Section 25,
Malaria!,
The Mojo Men,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kurtis Blow,
Wire,
Thompson Twins,
Porter Ricks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deakin,
Yellowson,
Soulsonic Force,
AZ,
Yaz,
Deepchord,
Robert Hood,
Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skriet,
Cluster,
The American Breed,
Toni Rubio,
Magazine,
Gregory Isaacs,
China Crisis,
The Pretty Things,
Second Layer,
The New Christs,
Suicide,
Motorama,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Christie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camberwell Now,
The Raincoats,
The Move,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.