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 Guinea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Fortunes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doors,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronnie Foster,
Judy Mowatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Clear Light,
Patti Smith,
Ice-T,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ken Boothe,
Faust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dead Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ossler,
David Axelrod,
F. McDonald,
Zapp,
The Wake,
EPMD,
Rod Modell,
The Standells,
The Names,
Cluster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bob Dylan,
Dark Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
a-ha,
Peter and Kerry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arab on Radar,
Talk Talk,
Eli Mardock,
Malaria!,
X-Ray Spex,
Moby Grape,
The Stooges,
Ronan,
Amazonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Intrusion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül II,
Audionom,
The Slackers,
Gong,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Newcleus,
Vladislav Delay,
This Heat,
Lindisfarne,
Crime,
Sugar Minott,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick Morgan,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blackbyrds,
Swell Maps,
JFA,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.