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 Bangladesh and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thompson Twins to the punk 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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,
Second Layer,
Josef K,
Cameo,
Henry Cow,
Black Flag,
Juan Atkins,
The Skatalites,
Ohio Players,
Wasted Youth,
Qualms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
Patti Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Victims,
Gichy Dan,
Porter Ricks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Infiniti,
Rosa Yemen,
Spandau Ballet,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Walker Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Don Cherry,
The Litter,
The Move,
The Divine Comedy,
Kaleidoscope,
Pole,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers,
Joy Division,
Yaz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Absolute Body Control,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scientists,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Carl Craig,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Panda Bear,
Kurtis Blow,
Suicide,
Young Marble Giants,
Visage,
Ossler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Bananas,
Groovy Waters,
Monolake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moby Grape,
Section 25,
In Retrospect,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.