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 Qatar and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Andrew Hill to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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,
Heaven 17,
Crooked Eye,
Radiohead,
Rotary Connection,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scientists,
Absolute Body Control,
The American Breed,
Altered Images,
X-101,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harry Pussy,
The New Christs,
Brick,
Mr. Review,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suburban Knight,
John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
K-Klass,
Babytalk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Nik Kershaw,
Skriet,
The Names,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Technova,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül II,
Althea and Donna,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Order,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brothers Johnson,
Essential Logic,
Metal Thangz,
Tommy Roe,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cameo,
June Days,
Au Pairs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monolake,
B.T. Express,
Magazine,
Anthony Braxton,
Ludus,
The Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moss Icon,
The Smoke,
Neil Young,
Quantec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.