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 Sri Lanka and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the dance 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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,
Davy DMX,
Nick Fraelich,
Steve Hackett,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Au Pairs,
Soulsonic Force,
The Last Poets,
Skaos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vainqueur,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Lydon,
Ultra Naté,
Hardrive,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Lynne,
Swell Maps,
Mo-Dettes,
Cecil Taylor,
Magazine,
PIL,
Black Pus,
Jandek,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris & Cosey,
Television Personalities,
Roxy Music,
Young Marble Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Throbbing Gristle,
Duran Duran,
F. McDonald,
Joy Division,
The Gories,
Fear,
The Human League,
The Cramps,
Lakeside,
Tomorrow,
Faust,
Maurizio,
Reuben Wilson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Motorama,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Martian,
Al Stewart,
Bronski Beat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.