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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Toni Rubio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
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,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Misunderstood,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed,
kango's stein massive,
Cameo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lyres,
The Cure,
Connie Case,
Roger Hodgson,
Prince Buster,
Accadde A,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q65,
John Holt,
the Germs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Glenn Branca,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Motorama,
This Heat,
Brass Construction,
Buzzcocks,
Niagra,
Flipper,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
The Litter,
Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
48th St. Collective,
Inner City,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Christie,
The Mojo Men,
Visage,
Chris & Cosey,
Deadbeat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Model 500,
Duran Duran,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ice-T,
The Fall,
Matthew Bourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Monks,
Ken Boothe,
Underground Resistance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Interpol,
Banda Bassotti,
Mad Mike,
New Order,
Byron Stingily,
Pierre Henry,
The Smoke,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.