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 Kuwait and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Flesh Eaters to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
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,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Michelle Simonal,
Alice Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Walker Brothers,
John Lydon,
This Heat,
Ituana,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q65,
The Birthday Party,
The Fall,
E-Dancer,
Skaos,
The New Christs,
Brick,
A Certain Ratio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Massinfluence,
Gang Green,
The Five Americans,
Skriet,
James White and The Blacks,
Talk Talk,
Minor Threat,
Derrick Morgan,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra,
Hasil Adkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Lakeside,
Mars,
The Sonics,
The Zeros,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Kaleidoscope,
Masters at Work,
The Move,
F. McDonald,
Scion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Machine,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doors,
Kayak,
Barbara Tucker,
Yazoo,
Whodini,
X-Ray Spex,
Al Stewart,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.