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 Congo and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Joey Negro to the techno 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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,
kango's stein massive,
Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Tremeloes,
EPMD,
Ronan,
Harry Pussy,
These Immortal Souls,
Barbara Tucker,
Smog,
Black Moon,
Derrick Morgan,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Wells,
Swans,
Chrome,
the Association,
Outsiders,
The Trojans,
Moss Icon,
The Litter,
Stiv Bators,
Mad Mike,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Toni Rubio,
The Neon Judgement,
Skarface,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Bar-Kays,
Al Stewart,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Goldenarms,
Scientists,
Duran Duran,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cheater Slicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Technova,
The Cowsills,
Scratch Acid,
Angry Samoans,
The Cure,
Harmonia,
the Human League,
Slave,
Jawbox,
Peter and Kerry,
Circle Jerks,
Clear Light,
This Heat,
Gerry Rafferty,
James White and The Blacks,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.