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 Peru and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Suburban Knight to the disco 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
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,
The Wake,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
June Days,
Rapeman,
Pierre Henry,
Bronski Beat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Letta Mbulu,
David Bowie,
Negative Approach,
Talk Talk,
Shoche,
Soft Machine,
Josef K,
Aural Exciters,
Crash Course in Science,
The Raincoats,
Joe Finger,
Lungfish,
Matthew Bourne,
The United States of America,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Tremeloes,
Massinfluence,
X-102,
Radiohead,
Kayak,
Underground Resistance,
Rod Modell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Siglo XX,
Television,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Carl Craig,
Average White Band,
Buzzcocks,
Outsiders,
Mr. Review,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cluster,
The Grass Roots,
Terry Callier,
Black Moon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Section 25,
The Toasters,
The Fall,
Deadbeat,
the Association,
Tom Boy,
Kaleidoscope,
Hasil Adkins,
Theoretical Girls,
The Litter,
The Star Department,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.