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 Denmark and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Dennis Brown to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nico,
David Bowie,
Eric Dolphy,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Technova,
Amon Düül,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tim Buckley,
Magma,
D'Angelo,
Lou Christie,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nas,
Marmalade,
New Order,
Qualms,
Wings,
Cluster,
Metal Thangz,
Depeche Mode,
the Normal,
Rakim,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers,
Porter Ricks,
Japan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick May,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doors,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gun Club,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masters at Work,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Hood,
Moebius,
This Heat,
Tom Boy,
DNA,
UT,
Youth Brigade,
B.T. Express,
Hashim,
Kerri Chandler,
Yellowson,
Dual Sessions,
The Index,
The Misunderstood,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.