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 Iceland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 China Crisis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-102,
Silicon Teens,
Underground Resistance,
Rufus Thomas,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy Collins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hashim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
Tim Buckley,
John Foxx,
Easy Going,
Nils Olav,
Donny Hathaway,
Cecil Taylor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Groovy Waters,
Youth Brigade,
OOIOO,
The Skatalites,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Susan Cadogan,
Trumans Water,
the Bar-Kays,
Y Pants,
Stereo Dub,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Techniques,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deepchord,
The Black Dice,
The Martian,
Smog,
Babytalk,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Flag,
Model 500,
The Seeds,
Scientists,
Sparks,
Crooked Eye,
Dennis Brown,
The Walker Brothers,
The United States of America,
Franke,
Ultravox,
Prince Buster,
Hot Snakes,
Ice-T,
In Retrospect,
The Grass Roots,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.