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 Egypt and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barclay James Harvest 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
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,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Cheater Slicks,
U.S. Maple,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dual Sessions,
Theoretical Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Halsall,
Agitation Free,
Skarface,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lindisfarne,
Ice-T,
Lyres,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mad Mike,
Magazine,
The Vogues,
Hashim,
Soft Machine,
The Moleskins,
Rod Modell,
June of 44,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pole,
AZ,
Unwound,
Model 500,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
a-ha,
The Skatalites,
Iggy Pop,
Pussy Galore,
Talk Talk,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pere Ubu,
Morten Harket,
Wally Richardson,
Joyce Sims,
Magma,
Popol Vuh,
Henry Cow,
Funky Four + One,
Masters at Work,
Panda Bear,
In Retrospect,
R.M.O.,
Zero Boys,
Liliput,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris Corsano,
The Monochrome Set,
Josef K,
Sugar Minott,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul II Soul,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.