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 Italy 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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,
Harpers Bizarre,
Absolute Body Control,
AZ,
Theoretical Girls,
The Leaves,
The Young Rascals,
Dennis Brown,
The Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Hill,
10cc,
Drexciya,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Golliwogs,
The Residents,
Harmonia,
Motorama,
DJ Sneak,
Barrington Levy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Minutemen,
Moby Grape,
Peter and Kerry,
Bob Dylan,
Das Ding,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed,
New Age Steppers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Lynne,
Steve Hackett,
The Cure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dead C,
X-Ray Spex,
David McCallum,
Jawbox,
Unwound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Juan Atkins,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crime,
Letta Mbulu,
Sound Behaviour,
Crooked Eye,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.