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 Nicaragua and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sun City Girls 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Jacques Brel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Litter,
Monolake,
Black Moon,
Theoretical Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-101,
Mandrill,
Ludus,
John Holt,
Idris Muhammad,
Banda Bassotti,
the Sonics,
Scion,
Glenn Branca,
Nils Olav,
Reuben Wilson,
Arthur Verocai,
cv313,
Radio Birdman,
Hot Snakes,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul II Soul,
Janne Schatter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Accadde A,
Todd Terry,
Circle Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MC5,
Brothers Johnson,
Funky Four + One,
Hashim,
the Bar-Kays,
Crash Course in Science,
LL Cool J,
Niagra,
Sam Rivers,
The Trojans,
Massinfluence,
The Cramps,
Zero Boys,
Wings,
Wally Richardson,
T. Rex,
The Happenings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Wasted Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
kango's stein massive,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.