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 Nigeria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Dead Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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,
Lightning Bolt,
Schoolly D,
Jawbox,
Neu!,
Khruangbin,
World's Most,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Associates,
The Fuzztones,
Supertramp,
Joy Division,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Slits,
Ultravox,
Dual Sessions,
The Velvet Underground,
Gabor Szabo,
The Tremeloes,
Porter Ricks,
JFA,
Zapp,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Goldenarms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lucky Dragons,
Talk Talk,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Duran Duran,
Minutemen,
Hot Snakes,
Eddi Front,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New York Dolls,
The Golliwogs,
Spoonie Gee,
The Vogues,
Althea and Donna,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alison Limerick,
The Martian,
Ossler,
Urselle,
Funky Four + One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.