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 Turkey and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rap 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
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,
Pole,
Lou Christie,
Marmalade,
Sonic Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Terry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Idris Muhammad,
the Germs,
Roxette,
Banda Bassotti,
Aswad,
Crime,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fat Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultravox,
Motorama,
Scrapy,
Scratch Acid,
Infiniti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moody Blues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Davy DMX,
Magma,
Bluetip,
The Mummies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kurtis Blow,
Harry Pussy,
Lalann,
Mr. Review,
Gang of Four,
Visage,
The Busters,
Procol Harum,
Ice-T,
Ken Boothe,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Standells,
The Grass Roots,
Popol Vuh,
The Motions,
Piero Umiliani,
Pierre Henry,
Intrusion,
Michelle Simonal,
Simply Red,
Radiohead,
Cluster,
The Dirtbombs,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.