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 Bahrain and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the punk 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
H. Thieme,
John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boz Scaggs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Holt,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doors,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aural Exciters,
ABC,
Todd Terry,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
CMW,
Goldenarms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Dolphy,
the Swans,
Von Mondo,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Almond,
Ituana,
The Litter,
Mo-Dettes,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultra Naté,
Nik Kershaw,
The Saints,
Underground Resistance,
Cybotron,
Bootsy Collins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T. Rex,
Steve Hackett,
Warren Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Sarah Menescal,
In Retrospect,
Ossler,
Mission of Burma,
Symarip,
Roger Hodgson,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Vogues,
Newcleus,
Aaron Thompson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare,
Mantronix,
Little Man,
Wire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Normal,
Panda Bear,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.