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 Guyana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barracudas to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Theoretical Girls,
Adolescents,
The Smoke,
June Days,
Average White Band,
Suicide,
The Selecter,
Ponytail,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Wake,
Dave Gahan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
D'Angelo,
Neu!,
F. McDonald,
Ossler,
Franke,
Barry Ungar,
Gabor Szabo,
Drexciya,
Skriet,
Model 500,
Junior Murvin,
Essential Logic,
Grauzone,
The New Christs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warsaw,
The Dirtbombs,
Graham Central Station,
John Lydon,
Eden Ahbez,
Banda Bassotti,
Deakin,
Godley & Creme,
Al Stewart,
Das Ding,
Delta 5,
a-ha,
The Mummies,
Archie Shepp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wasted Youth,
Visage,
Inner City,
Dual Sessions,
Lakeside,
Quadrant,
Davy DMX,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Copeland,
The Velvet Underground,
Pylon,
Lyres,
Tubeway Army,
Skaos,
Joy Division,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.