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-Bissau and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 David Axelrod to the rock 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Eli Mardock,
Second Layer,
Chris Corsano,
Ice-T,
Tears for Fears,
Quantec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Howard Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dead C,
The Velvet Underground,
the Bar-Kays,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-101,
Easy Going,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blake Baxter,
Tres Demented,
The Moleskins,
Skarface,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stereo Dub,
In Retrospect,
Inner City,
The Happenings,
Public Enemy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erasure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gun Club,
Kayak,
Radiohead,
The Cramps,
The Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kas Product,
The Slits,
Marine Girls,
Yaz,
The Birthday Party,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül II,
JFA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Raincoats,
John Holt,
Brothers Johnson,
Sparks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
FM Einheit,
Infiniti,
Hashim,
Index,
Matthew Bourne,
The Wake,
Nas,
the Swans,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.