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 Estonia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
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 808 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 Groovy Waters to the grunge 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
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,
R.M.O.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
L. Decosne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
Warsaw,
Blake Baxter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Seeds,
Intrusion,
Dual Sessions,
Sandy B,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barrington Levy,
Motorama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Massinfluence,
Bill Wells,
X-102,
Quantec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Max Romeo,
Tubeway Army,
Surgeon,
The Durutti Column,
The Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bob Dylan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Minor Threat,
The Wake,
The Standells,
the Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wasted Youth,
John Foxx,
John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
X-Ray Spex,
The Selecter,
Goldenarms,
Spandau Ballet,
Interpol,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Lynne,
Crime,
Erykah Badu,
ABC,
Monolake,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.